To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

I continued glancing through the studying materials I had laid out, trying to draft out an outline for our lessons. I don’t offer the same elective courses he does but it didn’t mean I couldn’t move some things around in order help him out.

“History, check. Psychology, check.” I started saying to myself as I cross checked my draft and timetable. I was engrossed in that until the doorbell suddenly rang, pulling me back to realty.

The doorbell rang again and I immediately head towards it, knowing it was Xander. I was about to exit my bedroom before remembering that I had left the things I was supposed to work with back on the bed, which made me skip back to get them.

In there, I realized that no noise was coming from Mason’s room still, and that made me pat myself vibing the back for a job well done as I exited my bedroom.

I mentally stored the hack away in my head, which was to bang on his door and yell out those same words each time he have a girl over.

My joy knew no bounds. He had probably taken the girl elsewhere else to fuck her in but I couldn’t care less as long as I’m not getting disturbed.

I hurried down the stairs moments later, slowing down to a stop on realizing that the front door was already opened.

By no one but the devil, aka Mason.

I blinked in confusion as I walked closer, instantly noticing how Mason was blocking the entrance of the opened door with the broadness of his body. I had a feeling he was also staring Xander like the rude asshole that he is.

“Hi.” I heard Xander breath out but Mason said nothing in response.

“I’m sorry, is this Ava’s house? or am I the one in the wrong house?” He asked, sounding genuinely confused and I rolled my eyes on noticing that Mason had been about to bang the door in Xander’s face.

Trust Mason to keep exceeding the length of his assholish attributes that I have in my head.

I quickly climbed down the rest of the stairs, cradling the studying materials in one hand as I reached forward to shove Mason out of the way.

“I am so sorry,” I said to Xander with a warm, welcoming smile and then I beaconed him in. He was hesitant st first, and I had no idea why until i realized that he was staring atop my head.

I glanced behind me to notice Mason standing a few inches behind me, glaring at Xander.

I rolled my eyes and focused back on Xander.

“Come in, please. I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting.” I breathed out and as Xander slowly stepped in, I shot Mason one last glare as I walked past him.

“For a moment back there, I thought I got the wrong house,” Xander started to say with a small, awkward laugh, and then he nodded at Mason.

“Is he your… brother?” He asked and I looked at him in utter disgust, just why does he have to ruin my entire mood like that?

“No, I’m her boyfriend and we were kinda in the middle of something when your stupid ass showed up.” Mason replied sarcastically and I shot him a death glare.

How dare he.

A glance st the shocked look on Xander’s face, showed that he had bought that.

“We had an agreement that I’ll be here by 7, so, I thought…” Xander began to speak and I sighed tiredly, wishing I could reach out and strangle Mason until he stopped breathing.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Why the fuck will anyone sane believe a word Mason says?

“He’s not my boyfriend, Xander. That’s like the grossest thing I’ve ever heard, and trust that I’ve heard a lot of gross stuff before.” I responded on a long exhale as I walked alongside Xander, leading him into the sitting room and in there, I dumped my books on the floor.

I knew Xander was waiting for me to tell him who Mason was to me but there’s no way I’d call him my step brother audibly. I cussed silently as I sat down on the floor alongside the stufy materials, and Xander did the same thing after a few moments.

“We’re going to have to start from the basics. Please ask questions whenever you don’t understand what I’m saying,” I started to speak and Xander let out a small groan.

“Are you going to study or are you going to groan all day long?” I asked in a small laugh as Xander settled down and picked up his writing materials, drawing closer to me. I went through the pile of books and I found what I was looking for.

“As I was saying, I don’t want it to seem like I’m speaking in Chinese.” I added as I handed him the time table.

“Well, I understand Chinese.” He cut in and I heard Mason snicker.

Okay, did I feel like I was going to enjoy tutoring Xander?

Probably.

“I meant, I don’t want it to seem like I’m speaking in a foreign language, preferably one you don’t understand.” I added and he nodded in understanding as he dropped the timetable.

We soon began studying and just when it began to be a little bit enjoyable between us, my worst nightmare turned to reality before my eyes when Mason suddenly turned the TV, putting it to the soccer station and increasing the volume.

I closed my eyes in frustration as he increased the volume even more.

I’d thought I was going to be able to tolerate it at first, not wanting to actually get into an argument with him in front of Xander right now.

A few moments later, he began to yell enthusiastically at the soccer players on the TV as if they would hear him. I didn’t have a problem with that, but it was obvious that he was currently doing that on purpose, which made the anger in me to multiply.

I glanced up from the book I was flipping through, ready to give Mason a piece of my mind without unleashing my full anger, but the words died down in my throat when I realized that Xander wasn’t studying any longer. Instead, he was staring at the television screen with rapt attention, while Mason still wouldn’t stop shouting.

Angry and fuming with rage, I stood up and picked the remote, turning the TV off in an instant.

Both guys groaned at once, which made me even madder.

“What the fuck are do you think you’re doing? That was a freaking penalty!” Mason shouted at me and even though I had no idea what that meant, I rolled my eyes as I dropped the remote on the couch.

“If you were blind or deaf, I would’ve pardoned you but you can hear us studying and you can also see it, and you damn well know that the TV will only get us distracted, coupled with the fact that you kept shouting like a caveman!” I shot back at him before turning to Xander who already knew he had it coming.

“And you, you had better concentrate or I won’t tutor you anymore. This is a slap to my face.” and I don’t care if you flop in all courses.” I said to him and Xander’s eyes widened for a moment before he hastily mouthed an apology.

“Who are you to try to tell me what to do or what not to do? Are you the only person entitled to the TV? I don’t think so.” Mason said, reaching out to pick the remote up once again to turn the tv back on.

He switched to a music channel this time and increased the volume so loud that nothing else could be heard in the sitting room and I gritted my teeth in anger.

This son of a bitch.

He soon started singing along to the song, mouthing the lyrics really loudly and getting on my nerves even more.

Feeling completely fed up, I picked up all the studying materials and asked that Xander to follow me upstairs.

I turned back and picked the remote up, tossing it at him, making sure I didn’t miss and I smiled when it hit his head.

“Dick!” I shouted over the loud music and it stopped moments later.

“Save whatever you want to say next for you mum when I tell her that her perfect little daughter is fucking the guy she’s supposed to be tutoring who by the way, isn’t even good looking!” He called out to Xander and I and I let out a scoff, feeling embarrassed that Xander has to witness this and be dragged into it as well.

“Fuck you and whatever it is that you plan on saying to my mum, asshole” I called back before ushering Xander up the stairs.