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Again," I said.
"No," Dimitrious said, smiling down at me with that arrogant, cocky smile. "It's getting really sad seeing you lose." My eye twitched with anger.
"Again!" I said, pressing start on the PvP (Player vs. Player) game on the console that Scott left at my apartment because he couldn't trust his roommates around his, and I quote, 'Precious baby.' I adjusted my crossed legs on the couch while the countdown started on the TV screen. I heard Dimitri chuckle, settling in and getting ready to play.
"Oh shut it," I said trying and faling to get him to stop laughing at me.
"So," Dimitrious said in the middle of our battle.
"What?" I replied, my brows furrowing as I leaned closer to the TV, trying to focus.
"Are you still having trouble with that school?" I paused for just a moment, then went back into action when he landed a hit on me again.
"Dimitrious, stay out of it."
"I know you want me to, but I think I could really help."
"No, you can't. Stay out of it," I said, annoyed at how many times now I've had to tell him not to fix my problems for me. "Now shut up so I can—Ugh!" I groaned, watching my character's health bar deplete. "OK! I'm done. I never want to see this game ever again," I said, slamming the controller onto the coffee table, sitting back on my couch with my arms crossed over my chest in a huff. I then heard Dimitri's stupid laugh.
"Stella," I looked over at him, my eyes not moving my head.
"What?" I said, still pouting.
"Why don't you want me to help?" He said, his face turning from a playful smile to a pensive look. I let out a sigh and then sat up in my seat.
"It's not that I don't want you to help me. It's because I can do it on my own. I'll ask you if I need your help."
"No, the f*ck you won't," Dimitrious deadpanned.
He wasn't wrong.
"Well, you know me well enough to know when I can't do it on my own, but this time I can." He looked at me for a moment as he thought.
"Ok, I trust you, and I know you will do the right thing, but if you need anything, I'm one call away."
"I know," I said, letting out a laugh.
"I'm serious, I'll drop everything."
"I know you will," I said, placing my hand on his. He then leaned in, kissing me. This time we told Scott, Oliver, and Jackson. It was the most embarrassed I've ever been. They took it better than before. For one, my brother didn't see me naked, everybody was sober, and no big life-changing bombs were dropped. While kissing me, Dimitri shifted me onto his lap, making me straddle him. My arms were around his neck, and his hands were groping my ass. I backed up from the kiss, remembering something.
"What?" Dimitrious asked, confused.
"I forgot to ask if you wanted something to drink." That's like basic host stuff, and I forgot.
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Forced Siblings
RomanceStella was shipped off to a boarding school for troubled kids after her foster parents died. For the next seven years, that is where she's been, but she's back, and things are not the same as they were before.
