All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JEROMEI had not been able to stop worrying about Elena ever since Stacy told me about her sickness.The last time I had seen her; she looked quite healthy.I used to have her number, but I lost it on purpose because I couldn’t stand knowing that Marilyn’s mother was at the other end of my call line.It was because of me that Elena was alone in this life. Of course, she had family. I remembered Marilyn mentioning a brother that Elena had, Elena and Marilyn were also in good terms with Marilyn’s Dad’s side of the family even though he had died a while back.If she was sick, she would have people around her. I wanted to believe that she would, but you could never compare the love and care one would get from their immediate family over what the extended family had to give.If Marilyn was alive, she would be with her mother, she would be responsible for her health and I wouldn’t be here, stressing myself to shit about it.

STACYI set eyes on the flyer when I was randomly talking on the phone with Jerome. We were meant to meet up for lunch to see if we could go over some new topics that were being rushed through, and then my eyes fell on the red and black poster. Riley Adams was coming to talk to the campus about the power stories yielded. I was hooked as soon as I saw the flyer in the notice board. She was going to talk about how they shape our world, define our identities and connect us in a way no other form of communication could. Whoever designed the flyer did a damn good job outlining the important parts of the message and Riley Adams, she did an even better job because she existed. I’ve read all of Riley’s novels, three of which were amongst my first paperback copies in middle school. She was one of the few authors that sparked my forever desire to be a writer and to be an avid reader. Honestly, when I came across the flier, it felt like it was talking to me dire

STACYLunch time for me would have been me hanging out with Lisa, Jerome or Lisa and Jerome but today, it was just me, myself and I.I couldn’t go be with them because that would be me messing up Jerome’s plan to come clean with Lisa.Did I believe that he was going to do it? Honestly, that was like asking someone in the stone age if they believed that science would bring innovations in the future. Of course, they would say no but look at us now, their saying no didn’t stop it from happening.I didn’t want to be the person that said no, that didn't believe and didn’t see the full picture.I had my trust in him, he would do what needed to be done.I tried to pay attention to every od my lecture, doing what I was meant to be doing while trusting that Jerome would do what was expected of him.I just had to trust him.Max was seated beside me and all through, he has not tried to indulge me in an unnecessary conversa

STACYJerome pushed me across the locker and locked his lips on mine. I was so angry with him that I imagined I would want to peel him away from me, maybe to even kick him in the groin for everything.I loved him and when I wasn’t loving him, my emotions seemed to move to the other extreme side of the line, causing me to literally hate him.As Jerome’s lips brushed against mine, I felt my heart stutter and race at the same time. His touch, usually so comforting, now stirred a confusing mix of emotions inside me. I wanted to lean into him, to let him pull me closer like he always did, but something inside me screamed to stop. The warmth of his kiss, once a balm to my worries, only made my chest tighten this time, like a weight pressing down on me.Fuck him. Fuck me. Fuck this.I gave in and responded for a brief second, my lips moving against his almost on instinct, but then the hurt, the frustration, all the unsaid things bubbled back up, and I

STACYThe sound of applause still echoed in my ears as I sat frozen for a moment, watching people shuffle out of the auditorium. The event had finally come to a close, and the energy in the room was beginning to dissipate. I felt like I should be relieved or maybe even excited about the discussions, but I wasn’t. All I could think about was Jerome. His face, his laugh, the way he seemed perfectly at ease with Nattie, while I was stuck in this emotional whirlwind that wouldn’t let me breathe.I told myself to stop looking at him, to just walk out and go about the rest of my day, but of course, my eyes betrayed me. They found him across the room, standing with Nattie and Kingston, his face lit up in a way that made my heart turn painfully in my chest. He was laughing, the sound surely as beautiful as him. He looked so happy, so… free. Like everything in his life was finally falling into place.Like I didn’t just end things with him.On th