DEVIL IN DISGUISE

18 ➤ STARVED

⇢ [Chapter 18: Starved] ˎˊ˗ ꒰

Yesterday was hectic. It was an odd day. The kiss was unexpected. I didn't know Ian thought of me that way, but I really don't want to know what I think about Ian either. Today is Wednesday. 

The sun's brightness hit my closed eyes which forced them to open. I groaned and peeled my back away from the bed. I stood up, immediately feeling tired, but I ignored the feeling now having the strong urge to go to school.

I performed the same routine done every school morning. Grab some clothes, bath, change, and fix my school bag. I went downstairs, holding into the bag strap of my bag, letting it dangle to the floor.

"morning, ma," I said, placing my bag down on the couch. My mother replied one back, smiling. I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my bag. I turned it on, the brightness of my phone hitting my face. I immediately lowered the brightness a bit down. 

Once I fixed it to a level that is less painful to the eyes, I looked at the time. '6:50 am' It reads. I guess I'm too early for school. "[Y/N]! Let's eat," My mom called out from the kitchen. "Okay," I mumbled as I stood up from the couch.

I walked to the kitchen and head over to the sink. I turned the faucet on, allowing my hands to get rinsed by the water. My gaze was stuck on the view from the window in front of me. There were birds outside, with healthy green leaves getting greeted by the sun's rays. It was pretty. I breathed out, pulling on a small smile. 

"oh shit," My eyes widened when I saw what else was outside. The door to Ian's house was see-through, and I could see what was inside. I actually just realized that now. I immediately finished washing my hands with soap when I saw Ian inside the house with his eyes glued to his phone, sometimes taking glances outside the window.

I backed away from the sink and window in front of it, fearing that Ian might see me. And probably think I'm some kind of stalker. I hastily dried my hands with the kitchen towel and walked to the dining room.

My mouth slightly watered at the sight of the food on the table. It looks delicious! but I don't want to eat too much, I need to be careful. Two empty small bowls were placed on the table, waiting to be filled. I sat down on the chair after pulling it and making the seat of the chair fully visible for me.

My mother was already seated down in her chair. The both of us prayed instinctively. Once prayers are granted, we dived into the food. When my mother was done filling her bowl with the fried rice, I grabbed the food and used the wooden spoon to fill the rice into my bowl. "Do you want some egg with that, [Y/N]?" My mother asked. I shook my head no and ate the food, savoring the taste.

"Alright," My mom said as she stood up from her chair then walked back to the kitchen, probably cooking herself an egg. I finished in a few minutes, heavily resisting the urge to eat more."Ma, I'll be going now," I walked up behind my mother who is now sat on her chair, finishing her food.

"Bye-bye," I kissed my mother on the cheek and walked back to the couch to grab my bag. I stepped out of the house as I pulled up my bag up to my shoulders. I kinda want to go on a diet, so I guess I should maybe eat less. I looked down at my skirt, fiddling the ends of the clothing with my fingers. I don't know how to feel about Ian anymore.

What exactly does he think of me? But his standards must be high though. Do I even fit his standards? 

I looked at the same spot where Ian kissed me last night with a small frown on my face. He's probably into girls who are fit and stuff, girls who are like him. Do I need to be fit enough to fit his standards? I sighed, shaking my head as I continued my walk to school.

"Good morning," A voice suddenly boomed from beside me. I flinched from the sudden noise. Ian placed his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. He has a big smile on his face. "I–Ian." I looked away from him. He hummed in reply, turning his head at me. "Can we maybe stop, you know, doing this dating thing? It's kinda weird," I looked at the floor avoiding contact with him.

"Huh? Why–" Ian was cut off by a sudden noise. My eyes slightly widened in embarrassment. My stomach growled, making Ian go silent immediately. After a moment of silence, Ian finally said something. "Have you eaten?" The serious tone of his voice changed the subject. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at me.

"Y–yes, I have." I stuttered, still embarrassed with the noise my stomach just made. My face gradually began to get less hot. Ian went silent for a moment. "Don't starve yourself, if it's for someone or if it's for some beauty trend or whatever just don't. It's dumb." He said, his aura still remained serious. "You should eat healthily, but make sure you're able to eat, starving yourself is useless and makes everything worse, don't do that. I don't want to see you in a hospital bed. You mean so much to me." He mumbled the last part.

My face went hot again. "Okay," I spoke with a small smile on my face, still avoiding eye contact with Ian. Ian's eyes peered at my head. "Oi, you good or what?" He leaned his head down, trying to look at my face. He has a smirk on his face while doing so. He knew that this is a sign she might have started catching feelings for him. 

'This is perfect.' Ian thought as his smirk grew bigger, thinking of future possibilities about his future with her. A blush crept into the male's cheeks as he thought about it. While [Y/N] still avoided eye contact with the man, thinking if she is even interested in him or not.

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If you ever feel unloved, please know that there is someone out there who cares for you and loves you. You just don't know it yet. Stay safe!  ♡