My Best Friend’s Brother

He still looks at me and challenges:

”Can you do it?”

I didn’t expect that. So I stand there while Chris sits back down again and starts his game.

I know he hated that I told Colin, but I couldn’t keep what happened to my fiancé. He should understand that.

I then recover and head for the door, saying:

” This won’t happen, and don’t bother talking to me either, because I don’t intend to speak to you again in my life!”

Chris says without looking at me:

”Good.”

I say:

”Great!”

And I slam the door.

I get home, close my door, and stand there with my back to him for a while.

”Oh, I hate this guy!”

…

One week later.

Colin traveled yesterday, Friday. I thought that Chris and I could not exchange words less than before, but now I realize it is possible.

We are studying at the kitchen table as usual. Chris comes downstairs, says good morning to Julie, and doesn’t even look in my direction.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

As he walks out into the living room and turns on the TV, Julie says softly to me:

”I thought you guys were evolving, but I see I thought wrong.”

I give her a weak laugh and pretend not to care what happened. The problem is that I can’t find it as good as I thought it would be.

I wish things were different. I didn’t want Chris and Colin to fight, and I didn’t want to have kissed him and …

I feel like I’m staring at him again. Then I change the direction of my eyes and concentrate again on the books in my hands.

…

I return from the supermarket accompanied by Chantal, who has also decided to do some shopping with me.

As soon as the elevator opens, we find Chris and a girl making love in front of his apartment door.

I don’t know what I feel, but I wouldn’t say I like this. I wouldn’t say I like this shamelessness in front of my apartment.

I take long steps while Chantal looks at them and seems to approve of the situation.

He sees me, looks at me for a second, and then closes his eyes again, as he almost eats that woman right there.

I roll my eyes and open the door, entering with my purchases.

Chantal comes right behind, closing the door.

I walk towards the kitchen so she can’t see how angry I am about all this, and I don’t even know why.

Chantal says with a laugh:

”Man, he’s good! I wish I had the opportunity to try it.”

I look at her and roll my eyes again.

”You have a boyfriend.”

Damn, that sounded like I hated to imagine her with him.

She says:

”Yeah, I know, but I keep imagining it…”

I interrupt her:

”Better forget about that and help me put the groceries on the table.”

Molly comes toward me and starts helping me.

She then laughs and says:

”Are you going to tell me you never thought of that?”

I interrupt again:

”Let’s drop the subject?”

She laughs.

I look even more guilty and feel it too.

… Chris…

One month later

It’s Friday night, and Julie has just gone out with Brennan. I have nothing to do, so I decide to play a game.

I hear someone knock on the front door, open it, and come in. I see out of the corner of my eye that it’s Molly and think:

Damn!

I wouldn’t say I like how my body gets alert when she’s around like this. It makes me uncomfortable. As soon as she sees me, she looks a little reluctant as she closes the door behind her but asks:

”Is Jullie there?”

I look at her, then back at the TV in front of me, and say:

”No.”

She still stares at me, and after a few seconds, I look at her again and make a face saying:

“What more do you want?”

She continues:

”And?”

I look at my game again, and she seems annoyed at being ignored like that. She comes and stands in front of me, blocking my view, and I pause the game saying:

”Will you please stop being so childish?”

She puts her hands on her waist and says:

”You are the one who is being childish!”

I would keep arguing if I weren’t half mesmerized by how her face is turning a little pink, her mouth is ajar, and she looks a little breathless.

Her being angry like that is sexy.

She still stares at me, and I find I have to say something to push some half-inappropriate thoughts out of my head.

I say:

”I don’t know. You’re friends, aren’t you? You should know where she is.”

She takes a deep breath, and I continue:

”Now, will you get out of the way?”

She turns and walks away, but she shouldn’t wear such short shorts if she wants me to ignore her.

I look away from her ass as she looks back at me and says:

”Could you at least tell me if you know where she left my biology book?”

She looks at me, trying to remain calm, but her face is still a little pink, and she takes a deep breath as she rubs her tongue over her lips. And I decided to look at the TV again because the feeling it gives me in some parts of my body might become too evident if I kept looking at her.

But she understands my act in another way. She gives up talking and goes toward the stairs, but I say:

”She said something about that. I think that book is over there in her book closet.”

She stops walking up the stairs and looks at me, not gratefully but very annoyed, as she says something I can’t hear, but I know it’s certainly not something about my pleasant company.