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Chapter 11: Damned Hormones and Comrades

I lost track of time.

After the, the… ugh. After Natsume commented about my snot, I immediately washed my face and nose, in particular. After I did that? I scurried towards my room and locked myself in.

Yesterday, I embarrassed myself to death. Now, Jerk-faced Natsume was embarrassing me to death. When will this end? How could he just comment about private things like that? He could've just pointed at my nose or something. Something or anything that wasn't as embarrassing as what he did or said. He had just seen me cry and the first thing he does is embarrass me? Okay, maybe it's not the first thing he actually did, he gave me the key and I'm very grateful for it. The first thing he said after seeing me cry was about my snot. How flattering was that?

Ugh.

I dropped my head on my pillow. I was sitting beside my bed and clutching my pillow, very tightly.

I stood up and searched for my tiny phone to report every single thing that just happened to my best friend who acts as though she doesn't care. When I found it, I tapped on Hotaru's contact detail and hesitated.

Did I have time for this? I was supposed to be asking jerk-faced Natsume for a favor. Calling Hotaru would mean two hours of idle chatter. I closed my eyes and sighed.

I look on my phone to see what time it was. It was almost 2 in the afternoon.

As if on cue, my stomach rumbled, reminding me that I haven't eaten lunch yet.

I frowned in irritation. This was the second day my stomach ever made a sound. Great. Just great.

I stood up and got a whiff of something delicious. I sighed with bliss. When I go back home, I have to – need to hire jerk-face to be our chef. After a month, I'll be a really fat pig. Not really a pleasant thought, though the idea of eating the jerk-faces' food was really tempting.

I quickly changed to my black pajama pants and white tank top. I threw my shoes off and placed it somewhere, exchanging it for a slipper. I found one jacket, a really thick one, but I wore it anyway. Showing skin means stripping my dignity. The only problem was, it was too hot.

I huffed and used my hands to fan myself some air.

Soft knocks thud my door and I heard the kid say something.

"Brother said the lunch's ready."

When I thought the kid was gone already, he spoke, just before I got to the door.

"Hurry, I'm hungry." He said in an annoyed tone.

I told myself that he was only a kid. Now I see how those two were related. The two of them got the same sharp mouth. I must say though, the two of them also had the same good looks. I stopped my embarrassing thoughts after I felt heat rush to my face.

Stay focused! I tell myself.

I turn the knob and walked out of my room. I needed to forget about what happened moments ago. I needed to forget my embarrassment. So I walked out like nothing ever happened. When I saw jerk-faced Natsume, I imagined seeing an angel cooking… Err, what?

I shake my head and looked at him again. He wore a black tank top and shorts that almost reached his knees. In short, he was wearing something comfortable.

Here's the awful truth, I'm a teenager. That means, my thoughts go wild from time to time. And now, all I can think of is how well defined his shoulder and back was. Natsume was not skinny. He was lean and muscled, not so much that it would've looked disgusting. His skin was tanned. His hair looked disheveled but it looked perfect on him. His arms were perfectly sculptured. I gulped. His abs… woah. I could've drooled! I was staring at his body! Again!

I was beginning to turn red. I could tell because my body temperature just rose. I suddenly felt shame. How could I just check him out like that? I thought I hated him? Apparently, brain and hormones never truly fit together. As much as I tried to will myself to ignore some… things. Somehow, I still looked forward to seeing his eyes again. I shivered at the thought. Ruby eyes were clearly very rare, and I think I just found myself fascinated by them when he turned around and looked at me. I was daydreaming. No wonder girls chased this guy. He looked good even without trying.

I noticed his brow raised for a while after seeing me.

"What are you wearing?" he shot me an are-you-stupid look. I frowned and answered him.

"What wrong with my clothes?" I sounded so appalled, even to myself. I guess girls tend to be defensive regarding clothes or how they look in general.

"Do we live in the north pole? You look ridiculous and uncomfortable. I don't want sweat-faucets in the house, they smell bad." He said looking over my clothes like he couldn't believe I was wearing them.

He meant me when he said sweat-faucets, right? What the hell does that mean? It took me a while to realize that I was indeed sweating like crazy. And worse of all was, it was freaking hot!

I zipped down the zippers of my thick jacket and threw it on an empty chair. Sweat was glistening on my skin and I immediately felt relief from the heat. I saw a news paper beside the dish washer, near Natsume and walked over to get it. I used the news paper to fan myself.

Damn dignity, I wanted air to touch my skin. Natsume wasn't bothered by his lack of clothes, so why should I? if only grandpa could see me now.

I reached over the tip of my pajama pants on my right leg and folded it until it reached my knees. I did the same to my pajama on my left leg. It felt much better. I smiled a little and fanned myself again with the news paper.

"So, what are you cooking?" I asked. I still closed my eyes, savoring the cool air. It was a good thing that I took off my jacket. I would've been boiling with heat by now if I didn't.

When I didn't hear Natsume answer, I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. He was staring at me by the time I whipped my head in his direction, but he immediately shook his head and continued cooking whatever it was he was cooking.

Now, what was his problem? Did I look that terrible? Did I smell bad or what? I didn't want to be in a bad mood now that I felt good. I ignored him and sighed.

Because he still wasn't answering me, I looked at the frying pan in front of him.

It definitely looked good as it smelt delicious. To my embarrassment, my stomach growled. I immediately felt my face heat up and I stepped away from the frying pan to walk over the chair beside the kid. I didn't need to discuss anything about loud stomachs and drooling mouths. Natsume already knew that all of us were hungry because I heard a faint sound coming from the kid.

The kid was visibly blushing. Wow. I didn't know kids could be self aware at his age. I smirked knowingly because I knew how it felt.

Suddenly, something struck me like a bolt. I stared at the kid, confused.

"Hey kid." I spoke. The kid's head instantaneously whipped to my direction. His features were clearly annoyed. He was frowning! It was kind of cute.

"Do you have a name?" it was a stupid question. I nearly got killed by his brother last night because I had supposedly tried to 'kill' this kid with a knife. And I didn't even know his name! How stupid was that?

"Old lady, do you think people are born without names? Of course I do." The kid's face was so nonchalant and so uncaring that I felt the need to brush off his comment about me being an 'old lady' and just be done with it. It'll only take an arm to drown the kid up on the sink.

What the hell was up with sarcasm in this house? Even a little child like this was rolling rude words without a second thought. Am I the only sane person here?

Of course! Brothers tend to have each other's personalities! Who would've thought!

Extremely annoyed, I composed my ultra irritated self and tried to muster a smile.

"Kid, just answer the question." Before I do something I regret.

Apparently, my anger was noticed by the elder brother because he answered instead of the supposedly cute child.

"His name is Yoichi. Stop bothering him and sit patiently." His tone was so commanding I wanted to do the opposite of what he just said.

I was particularly emotional this day, I realized. I usually don't get mad this easily but I guess kids calling a person my age an 'old lady' does hit something in my femininity. Feminine ego, just what I wanted. I rolled my eyes but stayed quiet.

I was done fanning myself with air when the soup was served on the table. Did I mention that food was already served in the table before I got to the kitchen? Doesn't matter. I felt the familiar bliss and peace that I felt earlier this morning when I looked at our lunch.

It was past two and I wondered why Natsume just prepared lunch at this time of the day. Even Yoichi was complaining – or his stomach was – about late lunches.

I smiled to myself. Nah. It couldn't be. Natsume a.k.a. the Jerk, was not that considerate. I shuddered at the possibility. Nah. No way. He'd be a martyr if that ever happened.

The funny thing was, I never thought I'd be eating with somebody or anybody after running away from home. I'd thought that I would be alone. And now I had people join me for lunch.

Yesterday, I ate lunch with Hotaru. I ate with many people last night and then this morning, I ate with the siblings for breakfast. Now, I was eating with the brothers for lunch. Out of the blue, I realized that I ate more frequently with people now than I had when I was at home. The thought was so disturbing. Had I been that alone in my own house?

My thoughts were so depressing that I missed the curious looks I got from the siblings in front of me.

I thought about having companions whenever I eat. I felt calm and serene. I temporarily forgot my problems and started to eat.

It was so delicious! Despite not knowing what dish Natsume had cooked, I didn't care at all. It never ceased to amaze me. His cooking skills were top class and I perfectly trusted him with food. Now that was a first. I didn't even consider trusting a newly-recognized-stranger.

I had to admit. It was weird, but it felt right. People probably won't scrutinize someone who gives them good food. That was most likely the reason why I seem to trust Natsume to a certain degree, though I still hate him for calling his fangirls 'Them'. Zombies? Yeah, right.

So I trusted someone I just got to know because of food. So what?

Nxt chap: Favor and the works

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