Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: 89-The Juniors Vs The Seniors

Helanie:

"Gavin—," Lucy got up and steadily pinched the sleeve of her Gavin’s shirt, trying to remind him that they shouldn’t be going too far when confronting these bullies.

They had even snatched her plate away.

"Ah! That bitch is your mate?" I noticed the name tag on the guy’s shirt: Arlo James. His brown hair was styled so perfectly that one might confuse him with one of the good guys.

"She’s ugly as fuck, bro." The minute he said that, I watched Lucy’s confidence shake. She looked around, and strangely enough, her eyes fell directly on Jenny, who was sitting with some random students from our class. Jenny didn’t seem to be mocking her or anything, but Lucy’s fists clenched.

"How fucking dare you! She is not for you! So it doesn’t matter how you see her," Gavin yelled, grabbing the senior’s collar. That’s when whispering began, and gasps erupted in the air.

I guess no junior had ever responded to the top seniors this way before.

"Easy!" Arlo clenched his jaw but kept the fake smile on his lips.

"Nobody wants her ugly ass. You can have her all to yourself." Arlo licked his lips and turned to look at the other top seniors, who were busy laughing at his jokes, while Sage was engrossed in her phone. I looked around and saw all five of the top seniors. They seemed just as bad, if not worse, than Arlo—except for Sage. She wasn’t part of the laughing game; instead, she was so busy with her phone that she barely looked up.

But then, before Gavin could respond, Arlo grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him over the table. It all happened in such chaos that Lucy started screaming until a top senior with the name tag Riri jumped in. She pushed Lucy back into her seat, placed her foot between Lucy’s legs on the seat, and leaned over her, pointing a finger at her.

I looked around for help but found no one. Gavin tried to break free from Arlo’s grip but failed as Arlo kept pinning him down.

Now I felt like I needed to step up. Although I wasn’t going to be much help, I needed to stand up for my friends—or at least get beaten up alongside them.

"Fucking let him go," I got up, smashed the bottle, and held it up to Arlo’s neck. I did it so quickly that no one saw it coming.

Silence filled the air.

It was as if everyone was now excitedly anticipating what would happen next.

"You—," it wasn’t him getting riled up, but there was a strange excitement in his eyes as he leaned his body closer to the shard in my hand. He then hunched down until the broken glass was in contact with his neck and added, "Cut it through. Come on!"

There was no fear in his eyes. My hands were visibly shaking, and so were my knees.

"I will do it if you don’t let go of my friend," I tried to raise my voice, but it came out a little shaken.

"Really?" he mocked, while others laughed behind him.

"Then do it, because I ain’t letting your friend go," he whispered the words, almost like mouthing them.