All Chapters of Portwood Brothers: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

It was official. Addison was avoiding him. Well, maybe it wasn't official, but considering the chick didn't miss class for anything, he was ninety-nine percent sure. When he showed up to their English class on Friday, and she wasn't there, he wondered if she was just running late. Halfway through the class, he realized she flat out wasn't coming. He'd created a monster. The girl who probably never missed a day of class in her life had now skipped class twice, in a row. He didn't know if he should be shocked or proud.Class dismissed, so everyone filed out, and Bryce was at a loss. He wasn't sure if he should run and check on her, or if he should just leave it be. What confused him was why he cared. He had his fun with girls in the past, but he never cared what happened when they weren't together. He'd never been a relationship kind of guy. It's not like he and Addison were in a relationship, but things felt different with her. Maybe it was good she ditched class. He wasn'

Bryce had a million and one things running through his mind, but the only thing he cared about at the moment was making sure Addison felt safe again. Declan was actually a buddy of his, and after he had talked with him, he realized the guy didn't mean any harm. In fact, he had just been watching out for her to start with. He'd told him that as the night went on, he felt like there might have been something, but he got it, and there were no hard feelings. Of course, he wasn't about to tell Addison any of that. If she had felt unsafe, he didn't care what who intended."I'm really sorry," she spoke quietly beside him as they walked through campus."What for?""Because I probably interrupted some hot date or something.""Nah, the hot date has just begun," he told her with a big smile.He heard her breath hitch, "Bryce.""What had you going out getting drunk at a party without me? Are you being an overachiever again? You know part of doing that list is to get you to stop being that w

"The he..." Addison trailed off not finishing the word she really wanted to say."Surprise, pumpkin," her father said as he smiled over at her. Her mother was beside him looking prim and proper like she always did. "What are you guys doing here?"After a big hug, her father said, "I was over this way for a conference, and we thought we'd drop in and say hello.""Oh, well, hey. It certainly is a surprise. Mom didn't say you guys were in the area when we talked the other day."Addison showed them in and watched as they looked around her small dorm room. Her mom gave her a dissatisfied once over before asking, "What are you wearing?"Looking down at herself, Addison inwardly cringed. "I was out earlier helping a friend move some stuff." She hoped that would explain her jeans and cotton shirt. It was sad that she had to defend something that seemed so normal. She'd seen many of her classmates in sweats and pajamas. Seeming satisfied with her explanation, her mom took a seat at

Bryce was sitting in class waiting for Addison to show up. It was probably the only time he'd be early. He'd gone to her place the night before to see her, but she was gone. If you asked him why he had gone, it was to drop in and see about working on their project, but that was the biggest lie ever. He wanted to see if she'd actually gone out on that date. He was trying not to jump to conclusions, but since she hadn't been there, he could only guess that's where she was. Bryce didn't understand why she would do that. It wasn't so long ago that she had sent him a text in the middle of a party, and he'd come to her rescue. She'd wanted him to kiss her that night, and he wouldn't do it. Maybe she was just trying to scratch an itch or maybe he was just some sort of curiosity of hers. Just thinking about it that way was pissing him off.He heard Addison before he saw her. She was talking with someone as she came in the lecture hall, and as soon as their eye collided, she stopped

Addison had a major case of the Monday's. She had tossed and turned all night in bed, her brain was sluggish, and she just felt off. She was blaming Bryce. She wasn't sure how it was his fault, but somehow, this was entirely his fault. By the time she made it to her afternoon English class, she didn't think she was going to make it. Not bothering to walk all the way into the lecture hall, she found a seat near the back and got ready to tough it out. As soon as class was dismissed, she was done. She'd just finished pulling out her stuff when she felt someone brush her side as they sat down. Even that hurt."You okay?""Just tired," she responded not wanting to give Bryce the satisfaction."Sure, okay."There was no way she was going to be able to concentrate in class, but she had to make it. She just had forty minutes, and she could leave. As the seconds ticked by, simple tasks like taking notes and holding her head up were getting harder. She may have even put her head on t