J A Y D E N
"Who is that motherfucker?" Josh growled, slamming his fists down on the bleachers. "Does he know who we are?"
Kevin scrolled through his phone. "He's a transfer student. He came from Florida. He lives with his Mom and Dad, along with a little sister. She's 7 years old."
Ryder stared at him with awe. "How did you..."
"He's Kevin," Blake mumbled. "He can do anything with technology."
I clenched my fists. "How did he fucking know about my dad?"
"Jayden." Owen tapped my shoulders. "He's back."
I whipped my head around and saw that new kid. He was standing there, his eyes fixed on me. I stood up. "Let's teach the new kid a lesson."
We walked towards the new student. He watched us as we came closer.
"New kid, what's your name?" Blake asked.
"Matthew," he replied, his eyes locked onto mine.
"What's your problem?" Owen growled.
Matthew's eyes went cold. "You were hurting her."
"Mind your own fucking business," I told him.
"How can I when you're bullying her? Stop it," He said, taking a step closer to me.
I smirked. "Or what? Are you gonna fight me?"
"I don't want to, but if that's what I have to do, I will."
"You think you can win?" I asked, challenging him with my eyes.
"Yeah."
I chuckled. "I'd like to see you try."
Blake and Owen stepped besides me. "You got yourself into a big mess, you know."
Matthew cocked his head to the side. "One on one. Or do you need your boyfriends protecting you?"
A corner of my lip lifted. "I'll beat you anyway."
Blake and Owen stepped back, warily.
"Wanna find out?" Matthew kept his eyes on me.
"This is taking too long," I said, and threw a punch at his face.
He staggered back, knocking into the wall. I lunged again and threw him to the ground. I got on top of him and punched his face over and over again. He managed to push me off, and he stood up. He had a bloody nose and a split lip. He dodged my next punch and punched my face.
His punch was nothing. It was weak compared to my brothers. I didn't know how long the fight went. I'd say he wasn't bad, but he was no match for me.
"Fucking piece of shit," I growled. "From now on, stay out of my business."
I landed another hard punch on his face, and kicked his stomach when he fell onto the floor.
"Don't," he breathed out. "Don't hurt her."
"Why do you care?" I asked, standing up.
"Because, no one should be treated that way."
I hauled him up by his shirt. "Don't tell me what to do."
He winced as I punched him again, and he landed on the ground.
"Jayden, that's enough," Kevin muttered. "I think you showed him."
I glared at Matthew who got back up, using the wall as support. "You lost."
"No, I didn't. As long as I protect people, I won't lose."
"You should mind your own business, unless you want to make everything worse," I growled, before walking away.
***
"What?" I asked, walking inside my house.
My brothers stared at me. Ethan stared at me with wide eyes, and the rest looked amused.
"Did you fight?" Daniel asked.
"Maybe."
"Did you win?" Brandon asked.
Ethan smacked his head and turned back to me. "Are you kidding me?"
I shrugged. "What?"
Ethan stood up, glaring at me. "You shouldn't get into fights."
"Brandon does," I argued.
Ethan smacked Brandon's head again. "You're a great role model."
"Jayden! Why'd you fight?" Ethan asked.
"Because, this guy was being annoying."
"That doesn't mean you can fight him!"
"Whatever. It was nothing," I said.
Evanna came down the stairs and froze when she saw me. "W-what happened?"
I smirked. "I beat that friend of yours. Since I'm in a bad mood, it can be your turn too."
My smile grew wider when I saw the visible fear in her eyes. She shrunk back, biting her lip. "Why?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Why what?"
"Don't hurt other people because of me," She said.
I cocked my head to the side. "You want me to hurt you instead of others? I'm fine with that."
"N-no," She stammered. "I'm just saying... I'd rather get hurt than make someone else hurt because of me."
"Okay, you're boring me. Evanna, go back to your room," Ethan said, glaring at her.
She rushed back upstairs and I turned my attention back to Ethan. Ethan walked to the closet and got a first-aid kit.
"I'm not a baby," I growled as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the couch.
"Yeah, you are!" Andrew said, ruffling my hair.
I smacked his hand away but a aching pain soared through my hand. I tried to hide it, but it was pretty obvious. Ethan took my hand and bandaged it, after wiping off the blood that I forgot was still there. He glared at me as he examined my face.
It was just a bruise. Not much. He managed to hit me once or twice, maybe. Ethan sighed. "Don't fight. It worries me, you know that."
"Fine. Unless they deserve it," I said.
"Well, you deserve it right now," He fired back, smacking my head.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. Ethan packed away the first-aid kit while sighing. I got up from the couch and went upstairs.
I saw Evanna in her room, and I went in. She turned around when I closed the door.
"J-Jayden," She said. "What are you doing?"
I walked to her desk and picked up a pair of sharp scissors. I grinned and stared at her. Her eyes widened and took a step back. I suddenly got angry when I remembered how much I hated her.
"You really ruined my life, and I hope that's sticks in your head. You aren't wanted, and you are unloved. So do us a favor, and die," I said.
I threw the scissors at her head. She ducked, making the scissor hit the wall with a loud thud. She looked at me, with the most terrified eyes I have ever seen, and I felt satisfied.
I walked towards her. "You are nothing. Ugly. Hideous. Fat. Annoying. Stupid. I hate you, and everyone else does too."
"Your Dad doesn't want you. Don't you understand that? That's why he left you, and came to us instead. You know why your mom died? Because of you. You're a selfish, greedy little bitch, and everything's your fault."
I saw tears in her eyes, fueling my anger. I shoved her. "You should kill yourself. Go jump or something. Cut until you bleed to death. Overdose and die. Do something that will make everyone else happier. Go. Die."
She looked at the floor. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? Do you even know what your sorry for?" I asked. When she didn't reply, I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. "Do you?"
She was shaking, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I'm sorry."
"You deserve all of this. You are the most horrible person in this world. People like you deserve to die. You're hurting everyone else around you. Wherever you go, you ruin everyone's life."
I slammed her head into the wall, creating a loud bang. She clutched her head, shaking even more. I could hear her deep breaths, and I was happy. She deserved this. All this pain. All this suffering.
I will never ever like her.
Ever.
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