My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

Damien’s POV

Just as I was about to get to the class, Madison crossed my part and flashed a phone across my face immediately. It had an image of me and Dabby standing in front of the pharmacy.

“Explain this!” She gritted her teeth and gazed at me, as I huffed disdainfully and pushed her aggressively off my part and she staggered really badly. I had a change of mind again, and decided to say something that would make her lose her mind.

“And maybe I am on my mission of getting a nerd who is so much better than you!” I spat at her rude face, “And if you try this again, Maddy. It wouldn’t end with words,” I threatened, and she knew I meant it.

She retreated immediately in fear, and started to shed a few tears on the spot. Her lips quivered as she murmured some rubbish, and her friends that were hiding initially came out to console her. It was a pity that she had not gotten used to the fact that I was not usually moved by irritating tears.

Classes were boring and I struggled to listen, knowing well that dad would throw tantrums if I didn’t top the class. It was all in the past that I usually did that so easily and loved the success. Now, I just wrote whatever came to mind for exams, and waited for ‘whatever’ grades.

During lunch, I coincidentally met with the nurse and asked if the person brought inside would wake up again, so that I wouldn’t have to stress over things that were not worth it. The beautiful blonde gave the signs as we talked, and it would be a pleasure to hang out with a sexy nurse.

Before classes for the day ended, Xavier suggested that we went over to his father’s vacation house to hangout, and we bailed out of class and went. They both came with their girlfriends, while I was the only one that was by myself. Bryan laughed so hard at me, and Xavier suggested that I could call on one of the many girls I had.

While they made out with their girlfriends on the lawn, in the kitchen and anywhere possible, I just swam around in the pool and drank wine by myself. It wasn’t so bad after all, and I liked that I was on my own.

‘Maybe I needed more than the feeling of being alone.’

I left the place earlier than they did, and told them that I had plans for some other things. When I got home and had my bath, I decided to play a game while taking a bowl of cereal. My favorite opponent was online after quite a while, and I was so delighted to know that fact.

It was always fun playing with DAYNNE because of the skills he/she used whenever we were playing. It was somewhat pro, and the strategies were always mind-blowing. It was always a pain for me to know that I had never beat the player more than once.

I challenged DAYNNE for a round, and we started to play against one another. I had put my strength and time into improving my gaming skills, and I was not going to lose to my opponent again.

We played for long minutes, and DAYNNE’s characters seemed a bit slower than their usual reflex speed from both sides. One side was relenting, but the other side was being properly navigated that I feared that I would lose again.

In no time at the final moment, there was a chance for me and I won. I screamed out and laughed so proudly, and didn’t forget to send a jibe emoji to show my victory.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

After a few minutes there was a log out, and I was a bit disappointed. It was as if my game opponent went easy on me or something, but I didn’t care and was really glad that I won. My mood lightened up sporadically, and I felt good.

Later in the evening when Dabby returned back home, I was sitting on the same spot I had sat in the morning. In a few days, so much had happened since she started living with us, and I felt like I needed to give her an ounce of her truth. Reasons to leave with her mother.

“Do you think it is unfair?” I asked her as soon as she made her way to the kitchen, and she shook her head in cluelessness. It was so annoying to see her be a slow witted person at the same time.

Damien’s POV

I recounted everything that had happened in a few weeks to her incase she didn’t understand, and she just continued to stare at me with pain in her eyes. I didn’t care about anything at that moment, and I just wanted her to leave.

‘It would probably make her life easier, if she wanted. It would make mine easiest.’

“You want me to leave?” Her sudden question surprised me, when I would have expected her to just leave and probably cry again. However, I had no answer for her.

Yes, I wanted her to leave and it was obvious. It was dumb to ask again for the second time.

“I don’t think I can leave,” She paused, “Perhaps, we might have to spend the last days of high school together too,” I heard her say slowly and truthfully, and I turned my head in bewilderment to look at her.

She looked scared, yet, she wanted to say all that she had in mind. And it was the truth I didn’t want to hear.

‘Had she lost her mind after she broke her head?’