Chapter 312

Scott practically scoffs at me as he makes to grab another bacon strip. He is faster than me this time and he grabs it and pops it into his mouth, the bacon strips are cold now and he chews on it while looking at me, a delighted entitled smile on his face.

I cannot handle this, I cannot handle this at all. I don't even know why I am behaving so awkward but yet it seems Scott is bent on making me even more, it looks like he will not relent, he will not relent in making me act so awkward because he was practically acting so unlike himself this morning.

"Did you guys have some alcohol this morning?" Eras asks raising an eyebrow at the both of us, "because you are both acting weird".

I agree with him, we are both acting weird, Scott isn't acting like the sultry person that I know him to be, and I'm not acting like the free-spirited shy person that I know myself to be.

I had practically ordered Eras to make breakfast for me and now I am too shy to eat it. I am too scared to even grab a piece of it and eat it in front of him, but still Scott is eating it.

Scott is eating food has been prepared for me and he is eating it so happily that you would think they prepared it for him.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Scott asks me, his mouth practically full of bacon strips and scrambled eggs now and I feel like crying at this.

This is the second time, this is the second time that Scott will be stripping me of something, first it was my ice cream, and now it is food, food that someone had prepared for me and which I have not even eaten at all.

It is not fair.

"You think it's fair how you are stealing my food every time?" I say whispering to him and he leans in close to whisper back to me.

"Yes, it is fair, I am your younger brother, you're supposed to feed me".

Okay, a point, a fair point by all standards.

But this is Eras's cooking, I wanted to taste what his cooking feels like and I feel like crying.

A picture represents itself in front of me, there is different a picture that the three of us present though it's different now because we are all sitting on Scott's rug.

We are all sitting on Scott's center rug, me and Scott facing Eras who has practically sat down on the floor too, looming large and handsome in front of us.

He is looking at me with a raised eyebrow and I am looking as nervous as I can make myself not to look at this moment.

I'm looking nervous because I am appalled at myself.

I cannot cook and someone has cooked for me, but yet I cannot eat the food because I am feeling a flurry of emotions right now.

 My brother is eating the food while me, I am feeling hungry.

I am a wreck of emotions.