My Best Friend’s Brother

Later that day.

I couldn’t sleep late this Saturday as I had planned because I had to drive through the hellish traffic to pick up Julie’s unbearable little brother at the airport.

I decided that as soon as I got home from grocery shopping, I would do some cleaning since my roommate Chantal is out of town and won’t be able to help me.

I get home, and it is still three in the afternoon. I grab my headphones and put Allan Walker on the louder volume because only listening to his music can make me calm down after this stressful morning.

A short time later, there’s no mess in our apartment, and I go to wash some dishes left in the sink after the impromptu dinner with Chantal and Sean, her boyfriend.

Do you know when you get that feeling that someone is watching you? Well, I always get that feeling, but this time it is not just a feeling because when I turn around, someone is watching me and a mischievous smile on his face.

Julie’s brother is standing in my doorway and staring at my ass without any shame.

This attitude immediately makes me angry, but deep down inside, I simultaneously feel flattered.

I haven’t even known him for twenty-four hours, and this guy gives me such mixed feelings. Maybe it’s because he’s all mixed up.

He has this fabulous smile that makes him look so angelic, but when I approach him or try to be friendly, he starts saying things that make me extremely angry, and he gets off on it.

But if he wants to play a game, fine, I can do it his way. I’ll make him as confused as he makes me.

He starts by telling me that he knocked on my door several times and that I didn’t answer because I was singing so loudly that I was disturbing everyone.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Okay, I know that sometimes I get a little carried away with my singing, but no one has ever complained about that before.

He keeps looking at my shorts and giving me that little smile that brings out a dimple that makes me mesmerized. I pull up my jacket to cover my legs that are showing.

He now concentrates on my face and says he came here not because he wanted to but because Julie insisted.

It all makes me angry, I would be content to have him apologize for being such a jerk to me today, but he doesn’t seem to care.

I will play that game too, and I ask him if he has finished what he came here to do. He looks at me and seems surprised.

Maybe he was expecting a more aggressive reaction from me, but I prefer to react unexpectedly to make him as confused as I feel.

He seems to try to find some words to continue what he was saying, but my phone rings. It is Colin, and nothing else interests me but to hear his voice. I close the door in Chris’s face, leaving him even more confused.

Point for me.

I said I could play that game too.