My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

“This coffee tastes like trash!” I heard him say immediately I served the coffee, and I knew that there was nothing I served that would make sense to him.

The moment I saw the person sitting before the table I was about to place his orders on, I knew that I was done for. It was Damien at the spot I sat weeks ago, and he was quite surprised to see me as the server. He didn’t know I was working part-time jobs already.

That was the same thing others from school usually tried to do, but they ended up acting like humans whenever Mason came to ask what happened if they tried to throw unnecessary tantrums.

For the first time, I really hoped that Mason would not be around to help me at that moment. I didn’t want both of them to even breathe in the same space, because they obviously hated one another, and it was mostly because of me.

“I am sorry sir. Would you like another one?” I asked professionally and politely, like it wasn’t my stepbrother who promised to make my life hell if I crossed his part making complaints.

‘Well, he crossed mine this time around.’

“Piss off, and take this garbage you call coffee aw……….”

“Is there anything you would like to order again aside from the coffee? Because it is literally one of the best we have here,” the voice said behind me immediately, and my heart skipped a thousand beats. It was Mason.

Damien raised his eyes to see who was speaking in a sassy tone to him, and he looked quite surprised to see my dear friend standing behind me. His eyes traced from him to me, and soon realized that we were both working in the same place. Together.

He let out a snicker immediately he realized that, and frowned immediately when he realized that his frustration on me wouldn’t be that easy. He tossed the coffee immediately.

However, he ordered so much food that took hours to prepare, and had everything served before him. As soon as the table was set up by Martha, the other lady that worked us, he stood up and paid for the untouched food in a very rude manner. I couldn’t believe his actions.

“That jerk!” Mason cussed when he realized that he did, and ordered that the food be packed, “I am sending it to that fool’s house!” He spat angrily.

‘Oh dear. It had never happened for both of them not to piss each other off, after spending minutes together.’ I sighed tiredly.

Mason sent the food as promised, and mum was the one that got the package. I think she read the note Mason attached too, and was really curious to know if Damien fought with someone. I just acted like I didn’t know what happened. She ended up putting it in the microwave.

The next day wasn’t so lucky for me, because mum woke up quite early saying that she felt really restless. I joked with her asking if she was pregnant already, and she shrieked saying she was never planning to have a baby.

I reminded her of the doctor’s appointment to collect my lens, and Mr. Anderson was just in time to come down from the stairs too. Damien was dressed already too, and I felt like it was to intentionally punish me. Both of them watched Damien drive us away in the car.

‘I was done for. Totally.’

My back was plastered to the back in the back seat as Damien drove, and I was sweating profusely inside the clothes I was wearing. Thankfully, I was wearing a black face cap and mask that I had put in my bag, and used as soon as I entered the car. I couldn’t put my head up.

Damien drove a few miles away from our street to the junction, and parked the car immediately which made me jump out of the car too. He came out and walked over to where I was standing, as his hand yanked off the mask and cap that I was wearing.

“Damien, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to cross your parts. It just happened!” I yelled in frustration, and he was quite surprised. He probably didn’t expect a sudden outburst and speak out from me.

“You! What did you tell your friend?!” He demanded arrogantly.

“I didn’t tell him anything. Nothing at all,” I replied immediately, scared that Damien would hurt me.

He was becoming really scary, and my emotions had become conflicted with like and hate. However, my eyes kept looking to the both sides of his face to see if it was okay. There were faint prints on his left face.

As soon as he saw me looking at his face without saying anything, he would have probably realized that I knew what happened two nights ago because I was making it obvious.

Immediately, I turned away from his sight, picked my cap and ran off as fast as I could. So that our parts wouldn’t meet if he drove after me, I think a shortcut for pedestrians which was quite a walk. I took the bus afterwards, and arrived at school even earlier than him because I didn’t see his car, which I was glad for.

As soon as I was about to enter the building, my phone began to ring and the caller ID was Mason. He sent an image as a message immediately after I picked up the call, and he told me to go through the back of the school building if I was in school already.

The image he sent was of me and Damien, with the exact clothes I was wearing and with the background of where he parked to yell at me. The caption read; Turns out Dabby and Damien live in the same street.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

‘Why was this happening again?’ I cried.