Semua Bab One-Night Stand With My Stepbrother!: Bab 91 - Bab 100

TRAVIS LEWIS I was expecting a text from only one person and it was no one but Britney. A text regarding the little breakfast I sent to her. Left to me, it wasn’t that much of a big deal but knowing the type of person she was, she probably figured out it was me rather easily and was going to try to reach out to me in response. But much to my surprise and disappointment, the second my phone buzzed, it wasn’t a text from her. But a text from August. August: Have you heard the rumors going around? August: About you and your stepsister. I could list at least a dozen texts I was expecting from him if he decided to text me. Half of them were probably going to be him nagging me about making sure to not miss the paper scheduled for tomorrow and the other half would be him asking me what exactly happened at home to warrant me suddenly going MIA. Whichever one it was going to be, I was confident I wasn’t going to reply any of them until he decided to actually force me to reply wheth

TRAVIS LEWIS Lucas and I locked gazes for a while, our eyes doing all the talking. His brows were raised, his gaze demanding. He was indirectly asking me what I was doing at his place and in response I gave him a blank stare, my mind now thinking about the possibilities of him being the actual reason I was supposed to be at the house. “What are you doing here?” He finally spoke up again, the silence beginning to last too long. “Why are you here? To see Amber?” “I didn’t come here to “see” her,” I replied him. “I came here to ask her something. Confirm something.” “What?” Something in his eyes flickered as he immediately took a step towards me. “You’re here to- wait a second, are you here to accuse Amber? Of what happened? You think she told the whole school about you and Britney?” “I don’t know it’s a possibility,” I shrugged. “It could be anyone.” “Have you lost your mind, Travis?!” He raised his voice, his nostrils flaring. “Amber would never do something like that.”

BRITNEY ASTON Travis: Britney, can we talk? Travis: How are you? Travis: How are you doing? Travis: Do you want to talk? Travis: I’m so sorry it got out like that. I know you weren’t ready to tell everyone about us. Travis: How’s your mum taking it? Travis: How are you taking it? Travis: Do you want me to come over? I don’t want to talk to my father but I could sneak in at night Travis: Britney… Travis: Are you okay? Travis: I’m sorry. Travis: Would I see you at school today? Pressing my head against my pillow, I heard my phone vibrate, a soft groan immediately escaping my lips. Without checking it my quickest guess was the vibration signifying another text from Travis, my stomach churning in response. I returned home the previous night and much to my disappointment, he wasn’t home as I expected. Unsure of what exactly I was expecting, I simply went to my room and slumped into my bed, only for my phone to begin vibrating over and over, suddenly flooded with texts from hi

BRITNEY ASTON The week went by in a blur, my days filled with the monotonous cycle of me going to school and heading back home. Another thing that remained the same was Elle ignoring me. Proving Lucas wrong, she still clearly had no intentions of talking to me. We walked past each other at the hallways, bumped into each other at the cafeteria and walked into the same exam halls every single day. Yet, she pretended I didn’t exist. It was torturous enough and to make it worse, Travis also seemed to have vanished. He had suddenly stopped texting me and It was like the universe was colliding with everything around me as there was absolutely no trace of him around. The familiar places I used to steal glances of him now felt empty, my brain forcing me to get used to a life without him. “God, can these exams be over already?!” My thoughts were interrupted by an unfamiliar voice, my lips pursing in response. Though the words weren’t directed to me, they perfectly described my every e

BRITNEY ASTON By the time I got to Travis’, it was a little past 7pm. My heart thudded heavily in my chest, each beat reverberating in my ears, amplifying the nervous energy coursing through me. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering above the gate, as an inexplicable mix of anticipation and dread settled in my stomach. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the gate open and stepped inside, the sound of the creaking hinges echoing in the stillness. His car was parked in the driveway, my pulse quickened at the sight and suddenly my palms felt clammy as if they couldn’t quite contain the magnitude of the emotions stirring within me. I hadn’t seen him in days and ignored all texts from it so it did it feel a bit awkward. But it was nothing I couldn’t work with, judging from how much I missed him. I had missed him—missed him so much that it hurt, a dull ache that had refused to leave my chest since the last time I saw him. “Travis?” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper a