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Dabby: The journey even got worse for me when mum insisted that we traveled by road, when Mr. Anderson wanted to get flight tickets for everyone. She said the best part of road trips was when we were traveling by road, since the journey was just five hours to our destination. I could see the anger in his face when she established her own opinion, but she didn't even care about his expression. She got whatever she wanted most of the time, and it didn't matter what was going to happen after. Classic music played in the car all through as we traveled, with Mr. Anderson driving steadily on the road without any problems. Mum was enjoying the flow as she ate so much junk food in a few hours, while I was stuck at the back with Damien. He had earpods in his ears that probably played music, and wasn't minding anyone at all. You got that right, we were not talking. I was sitting close to the stepbrother that I kissed nights away, and he seemed to be so unaffected by it. He didn't even
DAMIEN:The shadow of her pretty face was close to mine, when I laid on the swim chair. I could smell the sweet fragrance of the berry juice she drank, and it seemed to intoxicate my senses. I pulled her head back immediately I realized that she withdrew, and those pretty heart lips caught my eyes. They looked so irresistible at that point. Her tongue and lips were in my mouth, and I kissed them passionately like I had longed for them. And it was true. I had. Probably since the day that we had a bump kiss, or even earlier than that. The one that happened a few days ago in the backyard of our house, was the alcohol that I drank controlling what I wanted. When I realized what I had done, I was too taken aback to talk about it immediately we broke from the kiss. I took advantage of my drunken state to leave her there without saying any words, and to also pretend like I didn't remember anything the next day. I felt so much guilt. I felt so bad for everything that I had done, that
Dabby: After Damien said that and I left to my room, I sat in front of the dresser mirror in the room and stared at it for a long time. Tears seemed to be lurking around my eyes, but they weren't coming out for reasons I could not explain. My heart was just hurting. I didn't know if it was because he said we shouldn't do something like that, or that it could never be us. Regardless of what he was pointing to or talking about, I felt so stupid and dumb. I felt bad for myself, and sad that I had let my guards down. 'Just how could I be so screwed? Why would I be attracted to my stepbrother of all guys? Why would things choose to go wrongly for me? Why?' I pondered so much in my heart, and was unable to sleep the entire night. I couldn't cry as I liked to let out my burden, and I couldn't feel any better too even if I tried. The feeling I had in my heart was so heavy, and it was really hard to sleep. I had done bad. It was a glaring fact that mum and Damien's father were now
Dabby: Ryder high."You came at the perfect time. I couldn't have asked for more," I said to Mason, when we made our way into the class. "Did anything happen between you too? The tension was quite intense when I came," Mason stated his observation, and I didn't say anything. There was too much tension between me and Damien, and they were about things that we could never tell anyone. "I don't know. He was trying to be a jerk for some reason, but everything is fine now. How is the cafe running? I feel so guilty for having to take days off for my family vacation," I said truthfully, diverting the topic of our talk from Damien and me. "Everything is fine, except that we missed you. You wanna hang out later? At an arcade? Play games together?" He asked me, and I nodded with a smile. As usual, I was announced as the person who was first in every test we did in class, and the sneers that people passed to me weren't as glaring as I expected. Everyone had probably learnt how to accept
Damien: Being at the dining table with a new family had been suffocating, but it was more heart wrenching with a grandfather, being added to the table setting. Mr. Anderson Stephen had come into the house unannounced after a long time had passed, ever since he had a big fight with his father which separated them temporarily. The awkwardness in the air was palpable, and there was some sort of anger too. Dad's facial expression was so stern and cold, because he was probably angry that his father came without informing him. However, the elderly man appeared calm and observant. When dad got married to mum, a lady recommended by him, grandfather was proud that his son could finally settle down after so many years of waywardness with ladies. He promised him so many things concerning his corporation, which made dad try hard to keep with the marriage. Soon days to months, months to years, she could never do anything to please him. He was not used to having a lady around that was being ti
Dabby: After witnessing something upsetting almost an hour ago, I found it difficult to enjoy my dinner or the ambiance. It was particularly challenging to remain composed while dining with my stepfather's father, especially after crying my eyes out just moments before.During the meal, I became increasingly distracted as Damien's grandfather bombarded my mother with questions. I only snapped back to reality when he inquired about our town and school.Despite feeling uneasy, I tried to engage in conversation with Mr. Anderson, who appeared to be in a foul mood all evening. As my mother recounted how she met Damien's grandfather, I couldn't help but think about the shredded pieces of paper I had stashed away in my closet.As soon as Damien's grandfather left us a package and departed, I hurried back to my room to retrieve the papers, including the one I had glued together. I locked the door, turned on some music, and got to work. 'I was going to make a meaning out of these papers toni
Damien: Ryder high school"What is going on Damien? What is this video really about?" Xavier asked again with a disappointed look, and I was trying to think hard of how I would reply to his question in a convincing manner. I wasn't thinking about what he had to say or how angry he was, but my mind darted to how Dabby would be feeling if she saw something like that. She would have seen the video already, and it would be a matter of time before those frustrated girls come for her. "I didn't mean to not say anything about it, Xavier. But I and Dabby are related in some kind of way. It was going to blow of our proportion if we had to admit. I'll tell you the details later," I explained in the best way I could to him even if he still look so lost, and stop up immediately with the intention of going to fine Dabby. "Damien! Damien!!" Xavier yelled my name as I left through the door, acting like I didn't hear that he was calling. I knew that he would probably be pissed because I didn't te
Dabby: I came out of the storeroom to a sight of the most shocking scene, my eyes couldn't have expected to witness. Mrs. Carr was hugging a tall figure that surely wasn't Mason, and the face that I was looking at, made me wonder what could be going on between them. 'Damien?' My eyes darted to the right immediately when I figured out that someone was coming from the opposite direction, and it was no one other than Mason who also looked bewildered about the scene before him. He probably wouldn't have seen who his mum was hugging anyways. "Mum, I'm back," he announced, dropping the nylons of things he bought on the floor, and I siddled over to his side to collect them from him, "Mum. Who is he?" He could finally ask. His mother separated from Damien slowly at the question from her son, and Mason's eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment of what he was seeing. He suddenly became dumbstruck about what could be going on between his mum and Damien, and she answered at the shock of the