Part One: My Other Half [COMPLETED]

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Secret Lunch

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"Is that what you call lunch?" I looked up to see who it was.

I found Brian's smirking face staring down at me. I was instantly red-faced. He quickly snatched the bread I was holding while I was caught off guard and devoured the bread hungrily.

"Hey! Eating someone else's lunch is bad! Give my lunch back!" I protested.

"Are you still going to eat it when my lips had already touched it?" He egged me on.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not - Ugh? Whatever! I don't care anymore," I was half furious and half flustered.

"Besides, aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?" I quickly changed the subject to hide my embarrassment.

Brian chuckled and shook his head. "This isn't the type of lunch, girls like you should have, It's not healthy, here. "He gave me his lunch basket.

"Wait, isn't this for..." I was momentarily stunned.

"Yeah, for the lucky girl, whatever! It ended up as a disaster anyway so I silently slipped away while they were busy fighting over me."

"Are you sure you're going to let me eat it?" I couldn't help but grin. Wow, it must've been really my lucky day.

"Yeah, you can go ahead and chow down."

"Cool!" I chuckled and opened the basket.

Inside, I found a steak au poivre (A steak covered with crushed peppercorns, pan broiled and served with brandy and butter sauce) for the main course. But what really made me happy was the chocolate mousse cake for dessert, and my favorite Mango shake in a bottle. Everything was exquisitely packaged to avoid spillage.

I got the picnic mat neatly folded inside the basket and laid it on the floor, then I arranged the food. There were two pairs of glasses and plates, there were also utensils clearly meant for two people. So I arranged them for Brian and me.

"It seemed like you really prepared for the lunch date Brian, the food looks stunning." I commented.

"My extracurricular grade depended on the outcome of that ridiculous lunch date, so I might as well please my bidder." Brian explained matter-of-factly.

"You should at least taste your own food you know." I started opening the packed Steak au poivre and ate. I was astonished by how the steak was pan broiled just right. It fit my taste.

"Wow Brian, who cooked this? It's amazing!" I helped myself to a second serving. Brian was starting to eat too. We were both famished from the events that happened during the auction.

. . . . .

"Is your mother a chef? Did she win Master Chef or something? Th-this food is so incredible!" I praised his mother, assuming that she was the one who cooked it since he wasn't replying.

I was so shocked when he finally stated the truth, not to mention my mouth probably gaped open and the spoon I was holding was suspended in mid-air.

"Wh-what did you say?"

"I said, I cooked this food and made the other preparations! Are you deaf? I thought you were an eavesdropper?" He rolled his eyes and disregarded me and continued with his eating.