Chapter 11

“Don't misunderstand,” Draven said indifferently, noticing the look of surprise on my face.

"I was just doing what I should as your stepbrother, nothing else,” he continued, his tone harsh.

“That being said, you should also stop making out with Adrian in public, it’s disgusting.”

Draven glances around, making sure no one was close enough to hear.

“Even though it hasn't been made public, you two are step-sibilings after all,” Draven scolds me, disgust tinged by his tone.

"Pay more attention to your identity now,” Draven continued his lecture, like I was the one to blame for everything, “As it's not just you that your actions affect.”

The more he spoke the worse my expression became, annoyed at being lectured when I was the one being used as a tool between these two brothers.

“I didn't want any part in Adrian's bullshit,” I said, getting pissed,” whatever stupid feud you and your brother have going on, I want no part of it.”

“So, stop worrying about my affairs,” I said coldly, “focus on your own.”

“Now, move aside, I have practice to get back to.”

“You know, if it weren't for my fathers orders to take care of you,” Draven sneered at me, “I wouldn't have cared if you dropped dead suddenly, so quit being so self righteous.”

My anger grew, glaring at Draven, I quickly shoved him away, joining practice.

We were in the middle of running some new drills when suddenly a sharp pain shot through my knee, giving out.

I didn't have any time to react, I lost my balance, falling toward the ground.

Only to be caught by no other than Draven.

My hands had gripped his arms when he caught me, our bodies pressed up against each other.

At this very moment on the practice field, their position was extremely ambiguous, but also felt so achingly familiar.

Feeling Draven, pressed so close to me again, always seemed to awaken something in me.

But now such reactions from me would be met with nothing but scorn and disgust.

The realization that they would never be able to be this close again, not actively seeking out each other for closeness for love, hurt more than I had let myself realize.

“Are you okay?” Draven subconsciously asked. “Are you hurt?”

I could pick up the slightest hint of worry in his tone, despite how he tried to hide it.

Damn, even just a slight change to his now, seemingly permanent tone could stir my heart.

I always find myself now, wishing things were different.

Or that things had happened differently.

That we were different from what we are now, because then maybe it wouldn’t feel like my heart was being crushed every time I glanced at him.

But once again I let my thoughts drift to places it shouldn’t, where they can never drift again.

So, I lock them back up in the box in my head and focus on what's happening right now, and my cold tormentor that has me in his arms at the moment.

“I'm fine,” I whispered, surprised, trying not to melt into his touch.

Glancing around, I noticed we were quickly becoming the center of attention.

Realizing just how close we really were, I lightly pressed on Draven's chest.

“You can let me go now,” I whispered softly, the reluctance I felt at the thought seeping into my words a little, “as you said, now that we're step-siblings, we should keep our distance.”

Like flipping a switch, Draven instantly turned cold, letting me go.

Wow, these brothers really had a knack for going from gentle and sweet to assholes in an instant, didn’t they.

Maybe they should teach a class.

“How about you stop practicing,” Draven said, impatiently, “and withdraw from the sports meet tomorrow?”

The little bit of warmth I had felt a moment ago, vanished.

It was replaced by the empty coldness I was used to from him.

“Why would you say that?” I asked, my voice hardening in anger, “ do you have any idea how important tomorrow's game is to me?”

Draven snorted mockingly.

“You're injured,” he said coldly, “even if you participated, there's no way you'd win.”

He was seriously looking down on me wasn't he?

Why can’t he just act like a normal person with me, no flip flopping at the drop of a hat.

If I really think about it, my life seems to be a big cosmic joke.

I mean to think my biggest dream as a kid was to have a brother, and now I have two.

Two brothers I've slept with, one I didn’t want anything to do with, and the other I truly thought was my one, my person, my true love.

Now, that person was standing before me looking down on me and it stabbed at my heart so much.

I could not believe this, I didn’t want to believe it.

We were supposed to be acting like siblings according to him yet he still made me feel like an outsider.

I pushed Draven away, glaring at him with burning passion.

“Do not underestimate me,” I said angrily, “I will win tomorrow's competition.”

The next day, Cathy and I arrived early, dressed in our signature Lupine, purple, black and white jerseys.

I was surprised when I didn't see Rebecca and her minions prancing around in her cheerleader uniform.

“This is a first,” I said surprised, “Rebecca's usually here bright and early on sports days, being extra annoying.”

“True,” Cathy agrees, amused, “But she got herself in trouble with the new headmaster, Lucius, for breaking A Class rules.”

The moment I heard that Rebecca got in trouble I was thrilled, I didn’t care if it was because of what she did to me or not.

I just wanted someone to knock her down a peg.

Hell, detrone the self appointed queen bee of Lupine and put someone who was actually worthy of the title in the position.

How can she already be in college and still act like the bratty kids I grew up with.

Does being wealthing and born into elite families really fuck with a kids mind or somthing.

So far only Cathy was the only normal elite in the whole school.

Both of my new brothers have a crap ton of daddy issues, which was evident at the dinner I practically ran from.

I mean between the little games Adrian was playing to Draven’s worsening mood, I wanted to grab my mom and bolt out of there like the roadrunner.

Anyway, I really got off track but my point being is between my brothers, and Rebecca, being an Elite looks to a lonely, dark place.

That turns kids that should be happy into face swapping, narcissistic monsters who don't give a damn about anyone below their station.

So, to hear that Rebecca is actually getting punished for doing something wrong was surprising.

“What rule did she break?” I asked, curious, wondering if it had to do with Rebecca's bullying.

Cathy hesitated but didn't say anything.

Before I could push for answers, the sudden loud crescendo of screams of the crowd pulled their attention.

Draven and Adrian had arrived, and made their usual grand entrance.