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My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor Chapter Nineteen
JEROMEMy skin broke with sweat and yet I continued to run. My legs were slowly turning to jelly beneath me, hard cramping jelly that I couldn’t feel and yet I pushed myself even more.There were two options I had this morning, drive my motorcycle as I did on most Saturday mornings or run, which was a very new development.I chose to run.Five minutes ago, I had made it into UCLA grounds and I was sticking around since it was the best place to run without bothering about the people and cars on the road. I was also going to see Stacy and Lisa, that much I knew.Lisa was finally coming back to my place to see what it was like.For their first week in the school, they focused on settling down, buying what they needed and attending orientations all week long. Today they were going to be completely free and Lisa had told me that they would be able to make it to my house in the afternoon.When my legs could no longer take it, when they started to feel like they would tear off my hip, I stop
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STACYThe end.I closed my book and turned in bed, laying on my back. The bed above me was empty and so was the room I shared with Lisa.I dropped my hands above my head and sighed. If I tried to pay attention, I would be able to hear their voices through the walls.Before Lisa left the room this morning, she asked me if I wanted to join them. She said Karen had some new clothes she was trying out, and Nella, Karen’s roommate, had had some spicy gist to spill.We’d been in this school for a week and I still didn’t feel like I was completely settled. When I wasn’t thinking about Mom, I was thinking about Jerome and when it wasn’t about Jerome, it was about the other Jerome.I sat up and my legs gripped the floor. Maintaining as much silence as I could, I tried to listen for their voices. It was surprising that I didn’t hear them. Maybe I wasn’t quiet enough, maybe it was impossible to hear through all the other rooms and their noise..I could go join them. I thought of joining them sin
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JEROMELisa and Stacy appeared in front of me as I was paying for my drink.Lisa tapped my shoulders and plastered a smile on her face when I turned. Stacy was just joining us.“You found me.”“Yeah, we found you. No biggie.” Lisa stared ahead of me. “Did you get something for us?”“Do you guys want something?”Lisa gave me an out-of-mind stare, like her answer to that wasn’t so obvious. It was, the person I wanted to hear from was Stacy.Her face was bare, brows matted with little droplets of sweat, thanks to the humid temperature of the day.As soon as she walked in, she was easily the person I had looked at the most in the last five seconds and when she casually glanced up, she tried to smile.I knew she was trying because she failed terribly at it. Perhaps she wasn’t even trying, only wanted to look like she was trying to be okay. She must have a lot she wanted to say, she always looked that way and the only time I can say we’ve had a proper conversation, one that felt like she wa
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STACY“You keep things bottled in. It’s not good.”I wanted to laugh and tell him what he was saying didn’t make sense but it did and I was in no rush to bring our conversation to an end. It was going so well.I was actually having fun in his house and not lurking in a dark corner alone and dejected.“I don’t want to keep them in.”“But you do.”I was lying on my stomach, facing him as he sat on the floor, knees bent in front of him.After he spoke, he leaned his head back into the wall behind me, partly staring up at the ceiling.He wasn’t done talking as he picked off from where he left.I didn’t mind. I didn’t have a pack of answers tucked away somewhere that I was going to pull out
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STACY“You keep things bottled in. It’s not good.”I wanted to laugh and tell him what he was saying didn’t make sense but it did and I was in no rush to bring our conversation to an end. It was going so well.I was actually having fun in his house and not lurking in a dark corner alone and dejected.“I don’t want to keep them in.”“But you do.”I was lying on my stomach, facing him as he sat on the floor, knees bent in front of him.After he spoke, he leaned his head back into the wall behind me, partly staring up at the ceiling.He wasn’t done talking as he picked off from where he left.I didn’t mind. I didn’t have a pack of answers tucked away somewhere that I was going to pull out and hand to him as my excuses so I welcomed his words before they even left his lips.“When you bottle things in, it never goes well for you. I’ll show you the circle you’re throwing yourself into.” For this part, he dropped his chin and counted with his fingers, just like did at the shop. “Anger bottle
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STACYFirst day of school. I could totally do it. I only had to act like I was confident and not be afraid to talk my shit. One thing that would really help me face this day properly would be running into Jerome.The chances were low and it was very unlikely, I think Lisa even mentioned that he had something to get to outside of school.I wasn’t going to run into him. He was nowhere in the flood of bodies that swarmed through the halls and pathways, he wasn’t the boy who skated past me and blew a ‘sorry’ my way when he whipped through my right, he wasn’t the girl with two swinging braids who bumped into me when she was calling to her friend, he wasn’t the group of guys whose laughter managed to be the loudest and the one distinct sound that existed at the moment.My bag was strapped around my shoulders and I held onto the strap, needing so
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JEROMEI spent five minutes early this morning, staring at my bike at the garage.I should go out on it. I mean, I got the bike for a reason. I didn’t use it when Stacy and Lisa were around because I couldn’t possibly pick them up or drop then on the bike. I didn’t use it a few days before because I didn’t think I was in the right frame of mind to be riding it.The black shiny metal chunk of engine and tyres had a way of bringing out the demon in me so I left it to avoid getting myself in an accident.Today was different, right? I wasn’t sad or angry, I didn’t feel negative emotions and this was because I didn’t see the reason to have them. Not today, not when I had lunch with Miles.He was the director who was in charge of bringing the script to life, my script hopefully if he likes it.
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JEROMENattie was the first person that called me when I was just opening my front door. Never had anybody been on such perfect timing but then again, who was I kidding? We had a connection like that.“Mr. Jeremy, my favorite teacher.”I didn’t realize I rolled my eyes until I did. Unable to hold the laughter from spluttering out of my lips, I stopped trying.“Your favorite teacher?” I asked.Nattie made a sound low in her throat and the blood shot down to my stomach. I almost forgot how good she sounded and I wanted to fault myself, to look at me with pity for getting turned on just by a mere sound. I would have done that if I didn’t know that what she did was intended to get to me in that way. Why else would she just moan unprovoked, into my fucking ears.I pushed my door open. “What
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My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor Chapter Ninety-Two
STACYWe touched down in Ohio some minutes ago, found our luggage and went in search for Lisa’s Mun who was waving at us with a bright smile and a placard that read, COLLEGE STARS.It was so embarrassing and if I didn’t have anyone to drive me to the city, I would have ditched Lies there and then.Sitting in the backseat of Lisa’s mom’s car, I stared out the window, watching as the city passed by in a blur. It was strange being back home, like slipping into a familiar jacket that somehow didn’t fit quite right anymore. Lisa was in the front passenger seat, rummaging through her Mum’s bag.I Could almost still sense Jerome sitting beside me. Almost.The more we drove into the city, the further everything that happened before felt like a dream. The affair between me and Jerome, the fallout with Lisa, the endless exams—it all felt like a dream now, like something that had happened to someone else.
My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor Chapter Ninety-One
JEROMEI stood on the balcony, leaning against the railing, staring out at the city sprawled beneath me. The sky was overcast, thick clouds hanging low, casting everything in a soft, grayish hue. There was a faint chill in the air, and I took it in, clearing my headI liked the coolness, the way it seemed to calm everything down, slow the world just a little.From where I stood, I could hear the faint sounds of Stacy and Lisa from inside the apartment. Their voices were muffled, laughing and talking, sometimes louder when they teased each other about something. I couldn’t make out the words, but it was obvious they were in a good mood and it was obvious they had moved past the incident.I was the o my one that had not.Today, they were heading back to Ohio. Their flight was scheduled for later in the afternoon, and I was supposed to drop them at the airport.I had been dreading this day, even though it was just another drop-off a
My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor Chapter Ninety
STACYI couldn’t believe it was over, not even after I walked out of the exam hall. I was exhausted, I was relieved, I was grateful.There was also a foreboding sense that came along at some point, reminding me that the one thing which has taken my mental energy was now gone, giving me enough time to be miserable about stuff.I paid no attention to that foreboding sense.The exam itself had been tough, but nothing compared to the issues I was facing. I felt like I’d been running on fumes for so long that I wasn’t sure how to just stop and breathe.I stepped out into the sunlight, blinking against the brightness. The courtyard was busy, students chatting and laughing in clusters, already celebrating the end of the semester. For a moment, I thought about just slipping away, heading back to the dorm to be alone with my thoughts. But then I remembered what Lisa had said—she was waiting for me outside.I
My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor Chapter Eighty-Nine
JEROMEToday was a slow day. Everything felt like a long, never ending drag, from when I got up from my bed, from when I dressed up and cleaned my shoes, from when I drove down to school.This was what happened when the session was wounding up, when exams were slowly coming to an end.Students and teachers were designed, administrative sector was tired, everyone just wanted to be done and home already, and that included me, except that I didn’t want to be at home.At least not back in Ohio.I looked up intom to spot Lisa just as she stepped out of the exam hall, blending in with the rush of students pouring into the hallway. Her eyes were fixed ahead, but when she saw me, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. I raised a hand to catch her attention, and she adjusted her bag on her shoulder, making her way over.Relief was the first emotion that washed over me, like cold water slipping down my face.She had told me to waist fro she
My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor Chapter Eighty-Eight
STACYI arrived at the library just as the sky was beginning to shift from deep blue to a muted gray, the first hints of morning seeping through the windows. The building was practically empty when I walked in, only the library staff and a janitor on duty.I greeted them and walked to a secure spot to read.I always loved this time of day—the hours before the chaos of classes and chatter filled the halls. It was the only time I felt like I had any control, like I could set the pace for the day ahead.And today, I needed that control or an illusion of it.I dropped my bag onto the wooden table in the far corner, the one by the window where I’d spent countless mornings studying. My notes felt like a mess, scattered pages with half-written thoughts, highlighted lines that no longer made any sense to me. I stared at them for a moment, feeling a quiet unease growing. I had an exam today—a big one—and I wasn’t ready. Not even close.
My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor Chapter Eighty-Seven
JEROMEKingston leaned back in his chair, his hand brushing against the edge of the coffee table, fingers tapping lightly as though they were trying to grasp onto a thought that kept slipping away. The cafe we’d chosen for our afternoon catch-up was one of those place she liked—quiet, separate, almost tucked away from the rest of the world, with dim lighting and the scent of roasted coffee beans hanging in the air like an old song you couldn’t quite forget.“I swear, Jerome, I didn’t want to be there,” he said, laughing.I caught the glint of frustration in his eyes as he asked, “You ever been to a wedding where you’re standing in the back, watching it all happen, knowing every second that it’s a bad idea? Like really knowing?”I raised an eyebrow. “So, what, you were the tragic figure of protest in the back rows? A silent martyr for unspoken discontent?”He scoffed. “Don’t
My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor Chapter Eighty-Six
STACYWhen I opened the door to our dorm room, the air inside felt thick and stale, as if all the light and life had been sucked out of it. The first thing I noticed was how dark it was. No lamps were on, and the curtains were still drawn tight against the world outside. The only hint of light came from the dim streetlamp flickering through the edges of the curtain, casting a thin, silvery line across the floor.But then I saw her, sitting there, completely still, on the edge of the bed. I barely made out the shape of her body, her shoulders hunched forward, hands clutched in her lap. I swallowed hard, standing at the door for a moment longer than I should have, knowing she could probably hear me but wasn’t acknowledging my presence.It was like we were strangers again. The silence in the room was suffocating.I reached for the light switch, flicking it on, and the sudden brightness was almost too much. Lisa squinted against the light, her eyes red,
My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor Chapter Eighty-Five
STACYI stood there for a moment, staring at the door Lisa had slammed shut. The noise still rang in my ears, the sound of finality, of everything collapsing.I could feel the moment closing in on me like a shroud, the air in the room heavy, the past five minutes or so drowning on me, taking away my strength before I even felt it.This was what it had come to, this was what I had let it come to.I hated myself in that moment, wanted to slice my wrist open and fall on my knees. I felt like shit, looked like shit. Nothing could feel worse than this.Behind me, Jerome was still standing there.I was scared to turn around, to meet him.I didn’t know what I was expecting when I eventually moved but to see him sat crumpled on the couch, his face buried in her hands, made me even worse.Until he looked up, bloodshot eyes glaring at me.I had never seen him this angry before.I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to make i
My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor Chapter Eighty-Four
JEROMEI stood in the living room, pacing the hardwood floor, the muffled sound of the shower running in the background. Stacy was in the bathroom, washing away what had happened between us in the last thirty minutes.It wasn’t a magical bath so the past wasn’t going to just disappear and so everything I had said still stood.I was going to tell Lisa. I made a promise for the second time and I wasn’t planning on breaking it, on breaking whatever fragile shred of trust she had managed to still keep for me.I needed a glass of water so I went to the kitchen and chugged up a full glass.I leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at the door.My mind was blank for a few seconds, then came the knock.It was soft at first, hesitant. I paused mid-stride, glancing toward the door. My chest tightened. Another knock, louder this time, more insistent.“Who is it?” I asked, already knowing, already dreading.“
