My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

I watched the cell phone in my hand ring after I hung up, and I wondered what was so important to say to me, that made mum send emails and text messages telling me to pick her calls.

‘She was enjoying her holiday without me, and now suddenly wanted to talk desperately?’

“You didn’t go to school today? Your teacher sent an email to know if you were okay. What happened?” She rushed so many questions at me as soon as I picked her call, and I groaned inwardly when I realized the much trouble that not going to class had caused.

‘What do I tell her? What? What?’

“I…I…. hmmnn,” I paused again and thought of the perfect lie, because I really have not had any reason to lie to her about things. I just didn’t tell her much.

“I felt sick. Headache and tiredness,” I responded to her questions, and they were exactly the symptoms that I was experiencing days ago. So, I was just recounting them again.

“Oh my goodness, baby. Are you okay now? Anything serious?” She softened up and acted all sentimental, which made me sigh again and again.

“Yes mum. I am doing well.”

“So, you are going to be…….”

“Yes. I will go to school tomorrow,” I assured her, and waited for her to say a few more words before putting off the phone. I was so tired.

My entire night was restless, because I had to think of a possible solution, if I wanted to remain in school peacefully. I had to think of a perfect puzzle to fit the picture, and it was so difficult to even think of something plausible.

‘Should I say that we met by chance? Or say that I was sick and that he helped me? No. Damien would not like that.’ I concluded.

Ready to leave the house the next morning, I had my mind made up that I would have to deal with the issue once and for all. With the look of things, the weekend would not allow it to pass, and it could even get worse.

Coming out through the front door, I met Damien right at the door trying to come inside at the same time. He was in a white unbuttoned shirt, and black shorts with wet hair and a liquid dripping body. It made me wonder where he was coming from that early, but that wasn’t the main point at that particular time.

My stepbrother’s muscle tone abs were staring right at me, and his hot body felt like it had just been steamed at the right temperature. His curly hair that bounced at the drips of water were not making the sight, feelings friendly for someone like me.

‘Just how could one be so hot? He was really pretty to look at, and it was so difficult not to stare. Shit. What do I do?’

However, he was giving me a very creepy look, when my eyes met his. It made me wonder why, and I feared that he probably hated that I was looking at him. It kind of bothered me that he wasn’t even saying anything.

He already knew that I was being slandered because of him, and yet he was intentionally not doing anything to make me suffer.

‘Such a heartless guy.’

I stalked past him instantly and left through the gate so quickly, ready to face my fears once and for all. I was just going to have to put both of us in a pickle. With the fear of what would happen, I made sure to go to school later than I had left home.

Immediately I got to the school gate, the gazes were so terrifying and they were also probably wondering why I came. It was obvious that I was going to be emotionally lynched, but I tried to summon up my courage once and for all. Besides, I could have my teacher send mum an email again.

It started almost immediately, the moment my leg stepped into the building and everyone realized who it was.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Fuck that bitch! She’s got guts.”

“What is your relationship with Damien? Say it!”

“You can run, but can’t hide. I even got your house address with me right now. We were going to go, if you skipped school again!”

‘This people are so mean.’ my mind screamed to me.

“Say it, bitch! What were you doing in front of a pharmacy, with Damien, at night, all alone,” another popular girl screamed at my face.

“OMG. I just thought of these. Was he secretly smashing her? And they went to get a P-kit or something?” Some girl suddenly said from the corner with maliciousness, and my heart dropped immediately.

‘How could they think of something like that?’

“How could I not even think of that? He has been shagging you?! You even got pregnant?!” The brunette standing in front of me said, and pushed me to the floor immediately.

“What if they went to abort the baby? Damn! How could we not even think of that?”

“You slut! So much for the disguise.”

The words they kept saying and the ideas they were speculating was too much to bear, as more girls came down to kick at me. I was dying by their words. Their poisonous words were nailing my morality. Their toxicity was suffocating my hope. I was left alone at their mercy. I couldn’t do it anymore.

“We are related!” I screamed out immediately, enough for everyone in the hallway to hear. I had enough already.