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I’m Free

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All of this has been haunting me.

On the drive home, my mind won’t stop turning it over — Sasha, pregnant, in Paris. And the father being Marcus. My friend. Her stepbrother.

My phone buzzes relentlessly the whole way. Sasha’s name flashing over and over until I finally turn it off completely and drive the rest of the way in silence.

I pull into the driveway and sit in the parked car for a long moment. Then I reach for the papers again and read through them one more time. Slowly. Carefully.

I’m
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  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   I’m Free

    All of this has been haunting me.On the drive home, my mind won’t stop turning it over — Sasha, pregnant, in Paris. And the father being Marcus. My friend. Her stepbrother.My phone buzzes relentlessly the whole way. Sasha’s name flashing over and over until I finally turn it off completely and drive the rest of the way in silence.I pull into the driveway and sit in the parked car for a long moment. Then I reach for the papers again and read through them one more time. Slowly. Carefully.I’m certain. But my mind keeps pushing back against it. So I turn my phone back on. The messages and calls have stopped for now. I scroll through my old messages, looking for the number, and when I can’t find it fast enough I just type it in directly.It stares back at me from the screen.I click on it. Scroll up through the history.Marcus. It’s his. It has always been his.I groan and press my hand over my face.I don’t even want to picture it. The two of them fucking. It makes my stomach turn. I

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   They Don’t Share Blood 

    I’m shocked. I’m confused.I stand on the stairs, hands in my pockets, and watch Sasha from a distance. She’s laughing with a group of girls near the far wall — head thrown back, perfectly timed, completely at ease. I wonder if any of it is real. If that laugh belongs to her or to the person she built in Paris to replace whoever she was before.Paris. Wasn’t that the trip Cortney and her girls took that summer? The one she came back from talking about for weeks? Did Cortney know?She couldn’t have. Rue said almost nobody knows. Sasha buried it too well, too completely. And then the hair came. The personality. The armor she put on and never took off.Now I understand her. Not in a way that excuses anything she’s done — not even close. But I understand the architecture of it. Why she needs to control everything. Why she keeps people close enough to use and far enough away to never actually see her. Why the meanness come so easily. It’s easier to make people afraid of you than to let

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   I’ll Wait For You, River Dawson

    Rue still hasn't reached out.It’s been four days. Nothing!But I'm holding onto the hope that she'll find something on Sasha — something real, something I can actually use. And then this whole thing ends. We end it with the sex she wants and then life goes back to whatever normal looks like for me.What's the worst that can happen?Cortney still isn't speaking to me.Every time I try, she walks away like I'm invisible — like I'm furniture she's learned to navigate around. Dad still hasn't given her back her car or her card.And Chan—Chan shows up to every tutorial session completely professional. She doesn't bring up Sasha and the dating news. The picture of us kissing. She doesn't bring up us, or what happened in the storage room, or any of it. She corrects my work, sets new assignments, apologizes for the smallest things “Sorry, I should have explained that differently, sorry, let me go over that again.”— and I hate every second of it. It's like we've been reset. Like we're back t

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   We Have A Deal

    I pick up my phone and hesitate for the ninth time.This is a good idea. Reaching out to Rue. I need her. She's the only one I know who can help me get out of this mess. Get Sasha off my back for good.I finally grab the courage and press call.Just pick up. Please.It rings. And rings. I end the call before it goes anywhere and try again, pacing the length of my room. This time it goes straight to voicemail.Hey, it's Rue. Don't call me if you don't want to fuck me. And I'm talking to the hot boys specifically. As for the girls — I'm not a lesbian.I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at her name on the screen.Normally she'd have picked up before the ring. Back when we were sneaking around behind Cortney's back, she'd answer before my phone even had a chance to buzz on her end. She was the one chasing me then, head over heels, relentless about it.And speaking of Cortney, she still hasn't said a word to me since what happened in the hallway this morning. I want to explain it to her

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Help From A Delilah

    ***~~~RIVER~~~***Fuck.That's all that leaves my mind when Chan passes me by—and our eyes meet.I don't know what I read in her gaze. Disappointment? Definitely that. Hurt? I don't know. She wants professionalism, so I don't even understand the hurt part. But she does seem hurt, if I were to ask my gut.After our kiss, I don't know if I made her think something could go on between us. But I was so fast to clarify that.And I did hope she understood.If only she knew.Sasha and I are just dating to keep her rank up, and to keep our secrets safe. She's blackmailing me. And Cortney can't find that out because it will bring her focus to Chan and me.Which I can't risk.She's mad at me for being with Sasha. What will she do if she finds out about Chan and me sneaking behind her back? The sex? The deal of having her do a makeover? And now tutorial?She'd move away from me completely.I turn to Sasha. "You got what you wanted. I have to go.""Why rush, boyfriend?" Her fingers trail across

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Sad Cortney

    I wait outside my house for Cortney.Usually, she'd be here by now—and I'd have already hopped into her car and we'd be on our way to school, laughing about something stupid. But Cortney doesn't have a car anymore.Which I find really weird. Cortney without a car is like a human without air to breathe.She called me this morning. Said she'd get a ride to my place.I finally hear the sound of an engine. A red car pulls up to the front of my house. The door swings open and Cortney steps out, then the car peels off so fast, it's like it's being chased.She walks toward me. Her shoulders are slumped. Her face is pale. She throws her arms around me and squeezes."I hate my life, Chancé." Her voice is muffled against my shoulder. She pulls back and looks up at me with a puppy face. The big, sad eyes and trembling lips.Then she releases me."He took everything." She gestures wildly. "My car. My card." She counts on her fingers. "He even said no rides from River or Ricky.""Then who drove y

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Vulnerability

    "What are you doing here?" I slowly walk into my room, closing the door behind me. My mind races. Why is he here? And he used the front door? "Maybe because I missed you."I'm taken aback. Missed me? River Dawson missed me? No. I can't fall for that anymore. Something smells fishy. Is he just here

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Oh, dear

    I decide to stay under the radar for now.The wicked smirk I saw on Sasha’s face earlier still lingers in my mind. It instilled real fear in me. I can’t be the reason another accident happens to my family.And then there’s Cortney, still giving me the silent treatment because I chose a birthday par

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   149 / 150

    ***~~~ CHANCÉ~~~***I’m still mad at him. But not the loud kind of mad. Not the kind where you slam doors or yell. The quiet, painful kind. The kind that sits heavy in my chest and refuses to leave.I feel sad. I felt hurt when he said the word “As if” to his cousin, Ricky. I know what we do isn’

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Five Fucking Minutes

    Ricky loves attention. No—he is attention.There’s something about him. An aura that pulls people in without effort. Everywhere he goes, people notice him. He’s the complete opposite of me.Bright. Dirty blond hair. Always laughing. Always surrounded by people—especially girls. He feeds off it. Liv

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