My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DAMIEN:

With the weird arrangements in choosing a partner for the social project, the only person that occured to my mind never to be paired with was Madison. It was a glaring fact that she would suffer fully for the consequences of her actions, and we would both get an F.

After school hours were over, I ditched my friend’s idea to hang out together and went for a long drive. After I had driven round the city so many times, I finally gathered my thoughts and stopped by at a cafe to eat something since I had not been eating well for a while.

As I entered with the expectation to sit at my favorite spot which was always unoccupied, I was quite disappointed to see that a lady had taken the spot which made me turn away immediately. I reluctantly took the next seat in sight, and sat down immediately to start my job.

I ordered cake and cookies to start with, but found it hard to eat after taking a few bites. My stomach was really empty, but I was finding it hard to eat. I requested for coffee instead, and ended up drinking four cups at the spot to quench my longtime hunger.

The sandwich someone had ordered before me was looking palatable, and I ended up ordering one for myself too. But at the end of everything, I couldn’t even take many bits before I got tired of it.

It had always been like that since I became a teenager. It was some kind of eating disorder, that even made it difficult for me to eat breakfast too. I preferred cereal if it got too worse to handle, and more liquid to sustain me.

However, I think the only food I was able to eat to fill in for a long time was the night that Dabby cooked a meal. I couldn’t believe myself, until I shoved the entire food into my belly. I was rude amidst everything, so such wouldn’t come anymore.

I got busy with the editing and addition of new game features that I planned to do, and spent so much time in the cafe till it was almost closing hours. I realized that I had been sent a report email from our teacher, and returned home after packing up my things.

The scent of a mouthwatering dish engulfed my senses as soon as I made my way into the house, and I knew that it could be nobody else but Dabby. Before she and her mother moved in, the kitchen was rarely used by anyone.

I had walked past the kitchen obviously ignoring whatever was going on there, but returned back because the overpowering scent of a savory dish before hunger was too tempting.

I noticed that Dabby was planning to talk about us being project partners, but I mentioned it before she could. Having no perfect reason for why I had come to the kitchen in the first place, I told her to do project by herself rudely and left.

Okay, I had failed.

First, I was planning to be a bit nicer to her with time by forming a stable relationship, that would be perfect to execute my new and exciting plan. Secondly, I had also dished my chance of getting asked to dinner.

“Shit! Damien. You screwed up. Learn to control your reflexes,” I scolded myself, and weakly made my way up the stairs.

I knew that I could never swallow my pride to call her back for the assignment, neither would it be easy to form a good relationship, since I had been a jerk all these while.

But I was Damien Anderson. And it was nothing impossible for me. I could get any girl I wanted, however I wanted, in what way I wanted. Even the most difficult girls ended up falling for my charms. Dabby wouldn’t be any different.

After having my bath and changing clothes, I laid on my bed and was unable to do anything because my brain was tired. I was exhausted, had nothing reasonable to eat the previous day and all day.

I didn’t keep track of time as I laid on the bed, and almost two hours had passed before I even knew it. When I realized that I couldn’t take the forces that were fighting their way in my stomach to my throat, I gave up and stood up from my bed.

After checking the kitchen for a while after seeing empty pots and a very clean kitchen, I later found out that there was beef jerky, buttermilk pancakes, and baked chicken wings left to warm in the oven.

I couldn’t figure out how she cooked her own food, but it wasn’t so hard for me to eat and digest. Even if I couldn’t eat much of every delicacy I found in the oven, it wasn’t difficult to swallow the food that I chewed, and even craved more.

Returning back to my room and onto my bed, I felt so rejuvenated that I wanted to sleep immediately. Few minutes without moving in my bed, I slept off till the next day.