Semua Bab A Bully For A StepBrother. : Bab 41 - Bab 46

(MAKAIRA'S POV)I didn't sleep that night.Not a single wink.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Slade's face. The way he'd looked at me when he said those words. You're mine. The way his voice had cracked just slightly, like he was admitting something that scared him.I tossed and turned, clutching the teddy bear to my chest like it was some kind of anchor.Dream of me?What had possessed me to say that? I'd typed it before I could stop myself, my fingers moving on their own accord. And then I'd spent the next hour staring at my phone, waiting for a reply that never came.He said he'd dream of me.At least, I thought he did. He hadn't actually typed it. But he hadn't denied it either.I groaned, pressing my face into my pillow.This was insane. I barely knew him. He'd been cold and distant and sometimes downright mean. But then there were moments—fleeting, fragile moments—where I caught a glimpse of something else. Something tender. Something raw.And it made me want to know more.--

(SLADE’S POV)That was not the reaction I was expecting. Less than seconds of watching us kiss and and Makaira had stomped away, looking like she was disgusted by the entire act. Not sad. Irritated. And then it occurred to me, how much of a coward I was.Like evertime she made me feel anything warm or made me yearn in the tiniest way, I tried to break free. And that meant making sure that I got rid of any soft thoughts I had left her with… Again, Cowardly of me.But I dwelled in the bitter-sweetness of it. The bitterness that hurting her came with and the sweetness that I felt, knowing I gained a reaction from her, that I got her to look at me, to know me, that I made her feel something… even if it wasn’t nice.“What’s wrong?” Shelly’s sharp voice broke my thoughts. I had stopped kissing her and was looking after the stairs, even though I still couldn’t get a good view of Makaira. Just her fading foosteps.I adjusted the bow hanging on my neck. “I’m tired.” I said and I wanted to

(KAIRA'S POV)I watched the car drive off, feeling like it was leaving with a huge chunk of my heart.I could still smell Slade around me and maybe that's why I didn't want to move. It helped me jog back, helped me replay the way his eyes looked sad, so sad that it was hard to believe that those eyes belonged to him.So I stood there for some seconds and then steadied my books with my knee, before walking out of the parking lot.I thought I would feel even better than I felt after he left. But my emotions had a decline. I had told him off, for the second time today.It felt like I was winning for once by getting to turn him down and oh it felt so good to tell him I didn't want his help.The same feeling I got when I told him in the lab that he caused everything.But then, just like the time before that, there was some kind of guttural feeling that came with it. My tummy hurt and I didn't want any more flashbacks."He couldn't even give a proper apology! Because he doesn't want to apol