My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

The thoughts eventually passed, when it felt like I was beginning to want too much. I just started a new path, and I should trend on it slowly.

The murmurs and mumbles flying around my ear the next day were loud enough to hear, and they were not the hateful remarks I usually heard. They were ones that commended how different I looked, and how they couldn’t believe it was me.

I couldn’t get used to the stares and passing comments, but I could cope with it because it wasn’t debasing me. My stepfather had the resources, and I was going to make the best use of it.

‘I’ll be the new homie you can’t have.’

“Oh my goodness! How did I do? It was extremely suffocating to walk here alone from the hallway,” I asked Mason immediately I sat down, and he gave me a kiss on the cheek to commend my good makeover job.

“You did perfectly.”

I still found it weird and I had to hold my breath to get a kiss on the cheeks, but I certainly was doing better with confidence.

It was almost like no one could even approach me contemptibly the way they would have done in the past, probably because I was assumed to be dating my overprotective friend.

We went to the cafe during lunch hours to eat normally, and I could finally have a normal school life without having frustrated kids vent on me. I could see Madison almost everywhere that I was, and she looked so depressed. Her popularity had quartered ever since her break up with Damien.

And for the social sciences project that we did, I and Damien surprisingly got an A on our own. I was glad because I knew that I was going to have less than that in any subsequent classes or courses.

The days went by smoothly, and it was me trying to be all over my new boyfriend to act like everything was really perfect. Mason didn’t even have to try, he could just do it perfectly.

Things were okay at home, and I and Damien usually had normal bump meets without talking to one another. He was always looking gloomy, and it bothered me to know if everything was fine. I wanted to be the good sister that he could talk to if he had any problem, but he didn’t even like me already so it was futile.

Whenever I was in the same car with him on the way to school, I was usually with my phone laughing a lot while typing some gibberish to nobody. I wanted him to know that I was really happy now, and that I didn’t care about every hate he had for me. It was as though I wanted him to be jealous for some reason.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Before the end of week in school, news started circulating that Damien was dating a new girl from our class. Her name was Debby, and she was really beautiful as well as hot.

The news about I and Mason dating became forgotten real quick, as Damien and his girlfriend became the new talk of the school. They were all vibes with their matching outfits, and it seemed like he usually picked her up after dropping me off at the bus stop.

They came to school together in his car, and they were the new talk for town. It just felt really weird that we were both carrying on with their lives, like nothing had happened between us.

‘Did something really happen? Or I was just overthinking it?’

I and SMILE had been playing games every night till weekend, and it was fun because I switched to other games he wanted to try out too. He also told me that he was playing a new game for demo, and that we should both try it out

The game seemed somewhat familiar, but wasn’t a standard one yet. I pointed out some errors in the game, and suggested what I felt would be the perfect idea for it. We ended up bonding better than I thought we would, and it wasn’t bad at all.

It was Saturday night and we were just chatting casually using our gaming ID, and I told him that I also lived in saticoy. He asked about my school, and I said I was just a gamer. I dreaded that he might be someone from around, and I didn’t want us to go personal.

He asked for a favor which I told him to go ahead with, until he typed the formidable request on my screen.

‘Let us meet, and talk more. I want to learn more from you.’

‘No. I was certainly not ready for this.’