My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

Damien:

Almost immediately, the doorbell rang and I pretended to not know who was there, as I opened the door nonchalantly and looked at them in the usual way. They were carrying a lot of things with them for the party.

“Why were you running? We called you but you seemed to be in a rush,” Xavier asked with a doubtful look on his face, as they all made their way in one after the other. Madison gave me a tight hug immediately and tried to kiss me on the lips, but I evaded it instantly by just patting her hair.

“Had something really important to check,” I lied, and I almost snarled at myself. I didn’t want to also be a snob to my friends like the figure I represented to others, but I definitely could not look like a joke either.

“This place smells like baked cake or something. I thought you said your dad traveled already,” Madison pointed out, and ran to the kitchen where the smell was coming from to check immediately. I wanted to yank her by the hair real hard, and drag her back to where others were standing.

“Made that before I left,” I lied again, and I really hated that I had lied twice because of Dabby.

“Smells really strongly. Just like something that was just out of fire,” Madison insisted, and I sneered at her immediately. She had to know when to let things go.

“We brought things for the party,” Bryan said, which diverted everyone’s attention to him, and there really was quite a lot of stuff in the nylons they brought.

“We should get started with decorations quickly,” Maeve suggested, as she went to take her seat on the nearest couch.

“Why is there a wet towel on the floor? Pink at that,” Madison’s voice clamored so loudly again from the kitchen again, and I almost wanted to slap her when I saw the funny looking towel in her hand. It had caught the attention of others too. I became angry.

‘Just why must Dabby be so dumb to drop that there?’

“It is mine, Madison. Just drop it where you saw it,” I lied again for the third time.

“This looks like that of a girl. You possibly cannot own a pink hair towel,” Madison argued in her same possessive and irritating way, and someone yelled at her even before I could.

“Can you just come here and start something with us? The party is in a few hours and people will even arrive even earlier,” Britney cut her off immediately, and I really wanted to commend her for that. She was Bryan’s girlfriend, and was still a bit more reasonable than Madison and Maeve.

Madison grumbled and ambled over to where they were, and helped to carry out the decorations that were going to be tied outside. It was going to be a standard pool party and everything needed to be perfect.

Few minutes later, some students from school came, and they were the ones to decorate the party, in exchange for attending the party even if they were not qualified. It was another lucky spot, that people who weren’t opportune often fought for too.

Soon, the invitees began to swarm in like bees in their different looks ready to party and drink, while I just sat at an exclusive spot watching everyone. I had made sure to lock every necessary doors that didn’t need attention in the house, where prying teenagers would want to get the best of their curiosity satisfied by peeping in.

There was drinks, music, alcohol and food to eat, as they danced and did their fun thing. The pool was really huge enough to contain quite a number of people, and it was finely decorated with flower petals that gave it a nice vibe.

While the party went on with different naughty and dirty games, I sighted Dabby when she peeped once from her window, and I really hoped no one else saw her curious head. It was when I grabbed my phone angrily and wanted to call her, that I realized that I didn’t even have her number.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Madison was wearing a tiny lingerie that barely covered her body in a raunchy way, and it angered me to see my supposed girlfriend dressed in such a manner. She came over to where I sat so often to prevent other girls who were trying to come closer, showing them clearly who got the sexy guy that they all wanted to have.

I didn’t care about anything that went on in the party, and just hoped that no one would find out that I wasn’t the only one home alone. And with blaring loud music and nasty teenagers everywhere, the entire day went more peaceful than I it expected it to be.

Later that night after the mansion was back in shape and normal, I did not see Dabby come out throughout the entire day. I wondered if she was probably in another danger or something because of how dumb she really was, but I heard someone play solemn music later that night before I slept.

The next morning was the same with a huge but empty house, and so was the rest of the day too because I didn’t go anywhere. I saw Dabby a few times only, at the kitchen and the moment she was about to enter her room.

I was the one who warned her clearly to stay away from my lane and path, and yet it felt weird to see her abide so seriously by it. I would have expected her to make so many mistakes.

It was really good to see her be a good and obedient girl.

Towards evening, I left home to go to the club with my friends and didn’t come back till the next day. I also pretended not to see my father’s call that night.

Dabby:

The couple days ago had been really tiring and intense with trying to be fine, knowing well that I was trying so hard to please Damien and not cause problems. It would totally be a hassle and a big pain for me, if anyone were to find out about our weird relationship.

The painful burn I got from the hot pan had gotten better in outlook, and only my heart seemed to hurt constantly by everything. I wasn’t even mad or Damien or anything, because I was too sad to get angry at whatever was going on.

When the alarm clock sounded at 7:00pm the next day, which was Monday, I quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to take my bath. As fast as I could, I dried my body and put on a huge pair of pants and sweatshirt.

I packed my hair even though it was not yet properly dried into a bun, and put in a local comb I got from Aunt Penelope to hold it firmly. I picked up my bag and put on a matching pair of sneakers.

I walked to the mirror to check my face and slathered on a good amount of oil, for the purpose of getting rid of my facial spots. After I was sure that it looked good enough to me, I picked up a lip gloss from the table and ran it over my lips, before putting on my glasses mum had promised to change for me

‘How would she be able to when she was on a lovely vacation with her new dear husband?’

Sure that Damien wouldn’t be out of the room already that early, I crept to the kitchen carefully and made toast in under ten minutes. I didn’t want to have to face humiliation at the school cafeteria again.

As soon as I was done, I dashed out of the kitchen and out of the house immediately. Walking from the street to the main bus stop was quite far, but I was eager to get away from the premises quickly, so I ran.

Running was exhausting, but it all got better with time. I boarded a bus straight to the school, and settled down to eat my food peacefully. I had the urge to cry again for no reason, but I shoved it down and just breathed in and out.

I got to school much earlier than I had ever been, and just went to sit in the theater room where I would see no one. I didn’t want to be taunted again that I came too early to school, and just sat there reminiscing on random things while taking a chocolate drink.

I waited so long till the bell for the first period rang, before I finally stood up from where I sat and strode out with my bag. I located my class quickly so that I would not run into any annoying person, and I quickly took my seat when I realized that the teacher was already inside.

“Class, meet our new student,” I heard, the moment I balanced on my chair and sighed. I turned to look at whom the teacher was talking about.

I looked at the guy that was standing in front of the class, and he was too familiar with the person I had been talking to all these days. The face, that was really so cute. A different hairstyle than the one I have always seen. This person looked even better.

‘What? Were my glasses malfunctioning again?’ I wondered as I squeezed my eyes intensely, to get rid of any hallucinations or imaginations I could probably be having.

“I am Carr Mason. Nice to meet you all,” I heard the voice say, and my lashes compulsively parted open immediately.

‘Mason? Can it really be the same Mason I know? The Mason that said he was moving to town? He now attends our school?’