Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Jasmine's POV

"Mum, this is not a good idea." I said as I entered the passenger seat and she turned on the ignition.

"Oh come on, Jasmine, it's just a game and he is my stepson." She answered, her smile so bright, I wondered if that was even possible.

"A stepson that hates the two of us." I tried to reason with her and she shrugged.

"Well, that might be true now but we cannot hate him too. That's not going to help us bring him over to our side, sweetheart. You're the one that listens to Kill em with kindness almost everyday."

"Well mum, when Selena Gomez sang about that, she was not talking about someone like Hardin." I murmured as she moved the car.

"Well, I choose to not believe that. And besides, it's your school too. I'm sure it'll be fun."

Tonight was a lacrosse game between our school and the school from the next town. It was a big night for everyone, most especially Hardin, who was the captain of the team.

And that was if he was going to show up since none of us had seen or heard from him since he tried to choke me to death two days ago in the woods beside the school, an incident that I had begged Russo to keep from my mother. I didn't want her to hurt anymore.

My hypothesis was that he was staying in the cabin by the lake and even though the empathetic part of me, the part that understood how hurt he was to be scolded by his father like that, was not foolish enough to decide to search for him, especially when I was sure that he blamed me for what happened that afternoon.

I was thankful that Lisa had gone out and would join us at the game. After which we would be going back home with our car or best an Uber for her if I had an opinion about it because I would rather chew dust than have to watch my mother take any more insults and not be able to say anything about it.

We arrived at the football arena and my mother rushed to sit at the front row, holding the customized Hardin banners that she had made and when she gave me one, I raised my eyebrows in warning.

"Oh, come on, you have to cheer for your step brother. You know that."

I was about to tell her that there was no way in hell that I would ever accept Hardin as my step brother or even cheer wholeheartedly for him since everyone didn't have a heart of gold like her when Nadia came to sit beside us.

"Hey, Jazz. Hi, Aunt Cami." She greeted and my mother smiled, passing her the basket of snacks that she had packed for the match and my eyes widened, because I realized that she had put in so much effort and thought into the game like she was really his mother.

Hardin was too blind to see that he didn't have to fight us. And I was sure that with Lisa around, we might as well be trying to get through to a wall to explain that we were harmless.

Nadia bit into a cookie and moaned before looking at my mum.

"Aunt Cami, you are a goddess."

My mother laughed and just as I was about to tease Nadia, the players for our school walked out to the pitch to stand on the left side of the referee, the opposing school already standing on his right.

My heart skipped a beat when Hardin stepped out first, walking in front and his teammates following him.

Our eyes met just as the game was about to start and I swallowed, my heart in my mouth throughout the entire match.

I didn't even realize that I was raising the banner supporting Hardin until the final whistle blew and our school won the match.

"Hey, go and give him some snacks and that smoothie. He must be so tired. I'll wait for you in the car." My mother said and I looked at her like she was crazy but it seemed that she was serious.

Sighing, I walked towards where Hardin was standing with his teammates when someone grabbed me and when I turned around, it was the captain of the other team.

"You were raising the flag for that son of a bitch. What are you, his girlfriend or something?" He growled, grabbing me by the arm and I gasped in fear, the bag I was holding had already fallen to the ground.

"Let me go" I whispered and when he didn't, I was about to scream before someone grabbed his other hand and threw him to the other end of the field.

Before I could understand what was happening, Hardin was on top of him, punching his face into the ground and Alex and Sandro had to pull him off.

Running to where he was still struggling, I screamed.

"Get a fucking grip, Hardin."

He looked at me like I was crazy and grabbed me by the hand, pulling me back into school and throwing me into an empty class before he locked the door and turned around to face me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I shrieked out. He growled, grabbing me by the neck and held me against the wall.

"What is wrong with me? Let me tell you, listen! Because of you, my father's opinion of me is way worse than it was."

"It was not exactly good before," I chirped in with a shrug.

"Shut the hell up!"