All Chapters of Dating My Brother's Fiancee: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Stacy POV The noises of sneakers clicking on the marble floor are apprehended clearly by my ears. When we reach the room with number 1010, we stop. Without any second thought, I press the bell and wait. "Why doesn't your brother live with her? They are lovers, aren't they?" Skyla shoots me a random question impulsively. "Yeah, they are, but June refuses to live with my bro." I tell the fact genuinely. Then, I continue, "Previously, my bro ever offered her to stay in the house for a week, still, she insisted to live on her own. The reason is because they haven't tied a knot, so it felt odd to stay in the same roof." "But many lovers do it, nowadays." Clara adds as she furrows her eyebrows. She may wonder about June and my bro's relationship that is unlike other lovebirds, preferring to stick up together like a slice of bread and butter. "Well, I never seek for further explanation about it. It's their.." Before I finish my sentence, the squeak of the door is heard, along wit

June POV Another day waves, permitting me to wake up earlier. Yet, it doesn't mean that the loneliness in the unit room fades. It accompanies my routine, as always. Even, when I have had a date with Sam, since two years ago. Today, I make myself a quick breakfast. It's just a piece of pastrami sandwich and a glass of oat milk. Sitting near the dining table, I savour the sandwich in my right hand, carefully. It lets my tongue taste the salty mixed with savory flavors, all at once. Surprisingly, the glimpse of truth or dare game diverts my attention from the reality. The image of Stacy locking lips with me clearly shows in this brain. "Dang! This is the second time!" I nag and put the rest of the sandwich on the plate. Gently, I tear the crazy glimpse by tippling a glass of oat milk in a half. Personally, the glimpse of kissing dare keeps me wondering of my preference in gender. However, if it

Day to day passes, along with the sun shines merrily in the sky. That day is not only just a regular schedule for the twelve grader students, but also it is the judgement time. As the students sit in the class, Mrs. Greyhound, the math teacher, begins to call each of the names and tell the test score loudly. "Stacy Barfield, with test score seventy eight," Mrs. Greyhound says aloud as she realizes Stacy stands up, walk to her table, and takes the marked test paper gently. The score mentioned rises various comments in the class. Some of the students are amazed. The only fact that causes their amazement is the incapabilities of Stacy for solving mathematical problems, including complex calculations. "What a rare news! Barfield cannot excel math tests, normally," utters Helena, one of the bookworms among the students. She is well-known for achieving the highest score in each math test at the terms.

Stacy POV While enjoying the rest of the chocolate from the cup, I accidentally hear the conversation between June and my bro, but it's only a little since I cannot always eavesdrop to what they just said. Through the little piece of information, I acknowledge that Sam wants to meet for one thing, to discuss about engagement plan with June. I'm sure enough, he will do it since he listened my suggestion two days ago. "What is it?" Her soft voice is heard, replying what my brother said. "I cannot tell you through this call. It's better to meet in person and deliberate it together," My bro's voice perceives to the loud speaker mode. It is not the first time for me to hear their conversation through the loud mode on phone. "All right. See you tomorrow, Sam," She prunes before ending up the call. "See you, Honey." My bro replies. Through his last tone, I can s

June POV Sam still grips my fingers. His expression is still calm after listening to my comment. "Yes, I'm a hundred percent ensured that you are my only one, so I think of getting engaged with you. Once we have engaged, we may reveal the other details between us, strengthening our chemistry before getting hitched three months later, which is early next year. I round my eyes when marriage is mentioned. I admit that I'm startled by his plan although I never see that he would like to step on bigger commitment, especially when he ever asked me to live together in his house for a week. Yes, it is normal for lovebirds living in the same roof here, in New York. However, it doesn't imply I must do the same thing since I haven't fallen for him completely. Furthermore, my trust to Sam is also little, so I only find comfort with him partly. "June? How is it? Do I ask too much?" Sam shoots me with multiple q