Page 22 of For the Fans
“You’re gonna regret this,” I growl, inches from his face.
His brow arches. “You mean like your ex regrets not cheating on you sooner?”
Nope.I justcan’tstuff it down anymore.
The wrath inside me bubbles over as I roar out loud and lunge at him.
Tackling him to the floor, I grab him by the throat. “I’ll wipe that fucking smirk off your face, you self-righteous prick!”
“Not before I wipe my ass with your face cloth, you epic toolbag!” he bellows while we wrestle each other on the floor of the hallway.
There are limbs everywhere. I’m choking him while he punches me in the sides, over and over. We’re rolling around, screaming and kicking. I’m pulling his hair, he’s biting me. It’s just a mess. The stupidest fight ever, and not that I want to think about it, but we really seem like brothers now more than ever. Which, of course, pisses me off even more.
“How was your birthday cake, loser?!” I knee him in the gut, and he grunts.
He pauses for a minute, gaping up at me while we both heave for breath. “It was good… Why?” I grin wickedly, and he gasps. “Oh my God, did you jizz in it?!”
My face scrunches into one of bewildered disgust. “Ew, what the fuck is wrong with you??”
“You did something to it, didn’t you?!” He twists my arm behind my back, and I whine.
“I spit on it!” I laugh breathlessly. “Hope you enjoyed eating my saliva, asshole!”
“Bitch!” he snarls, and we’re back to tumbling on the floor, fighting like eight-year-olds.
The sound of heavy footsteps breaks into the rushing blood in my ears, and I look up from where I have Avi in a headlock to meet the irate gazes of my father and stepmother.
“What the hell is going on here?!” my dad barks while he and Hannah rush up the steps.
He immediately pulls me off of Avi, while Hannah does the same to her son.
“Avi, let go of him!” she shrieks, and Avi finally releases a fistful of my hair. “Break it up, you two!”
“This is fucking ludicrous!” my father roars as they get us both upright again. Avi and I are disheveled and breathing heavily, still glaring at one another. “I won’t let this go on for one more second. All this fighting has to stop!”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I purse my lips, refusing to back down first. This is all his fault anyway… Mystepbrother, who popped into my life for the sole purpose of ruining it.
“Whether you like it or not, you two are family now,” my father says firmly. “And you will act like it.”
“I want both of you to apologize and shake hands,” Hannah demands. “Right now.”
“He started it…” Avi mumbles, and Hannah slaps him on the chest.
“Aviel Vega, you’re anadult,” she hisses. “Act like it. Shake hands right now and apologize, or so help me, neither of you will see the outside of your bedrooms until you leave for college. Do you understand?”
Our stubborn glares remain locked for a couple more heavy seconds, before Avi rolls his eyes and mutters, “Sorry…”
“Me, too.” I force the words out. But my dad isn’t satisfied, and he shoves me forward. My jaw is tight as I grunt, “I’m…sorry,” and extend my hand.
Avi shakes it, limp and unenthused. Then we immediately turn and stomp into our respective bedrooms. And I hear my dad and Hannah mumbling about how obnoxious we are as they go back downstairs.
Ten seconds later, there’s one last bang from inside Avi’s room.
“Thedoor, Kyran,” he growls.
Rolling my eyes, I stalk inside the bathroom and unlock his door. He flings it open, face still flushed with aggravation.
“I’m serious,” I mutter one last threat. “Stay the fuck away from me at BC, or next time, I’ll break your fucking nose.”
