All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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

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

JEROME I 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.

STACY Max: I look forward to Mondays now.Me: Nobody looks forward to Mondays.Max: Because they don’t get to sit with you on Mondays.I bit my bottom lip, desperately trying to end the blush that was creeping up my face, spreading from my neck to my cheek and straining till it even neared my forehead. This much redness wasn’t what I was used to so I slipped my phone into my pants pocket and bit my lip again before pushing my dorm door open.I was also trying to trace how and when we got to this point, Max and I. After our class last week, he followed me around campus until I agreed to give him my number, then he walked away when I was ordering a cup of coffee.I remembered feeling some type of way, like he didn’t really like me, like him getting my hunger successfully was just a way to massage his ego because

STACY Lisa was in the room with Bridget and I had given then some privacy. Now I knew that the way I felt on the first day I met her, like I was intruding on some private moment, was because I indeed was.The funny thing was we had not properly spoken about it. Somehow, between classes and turning in assignments, we had not had the time to have the conversation and it didn’t seem like a random conversation that could be brought up just in passing. I didn’t want to rush her and I was hoping that she would tell me soon in her own time.I crossed my legs and glanced in the direction of our dorm room. There was no sign of Lisa or Bridget. Today was Friday. The weekend was here again. The party for the new students had been shifted to Saturday instead of tonight for reasons unknown to me.I had heard the news from Karen but Max confirmed it over the phone. And yes, di