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We’re Girls, Rhodes

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River offers to carry Cortney back.

"You always do love causing me trouble, don't you?" he asks after hoisting her up. I trail beside them, both our bags slung over my shoulders. He bounces her once, adjusting her weight against his hip, and Cortney lets out a sharp wince.

"Ow. You did that on purpose."

River laughs.

"It's not funny."

"Never said it was. But it'll be kind of fun to watch you sit back for once, not throwing yourself into everything."

"What does that even mean?" Cortney twists he
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  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Operation Win The Game

    "Don't jinx yourself, Marcus."The whistle blows.It's brutal immediately. No games this round, just pure force, my sneakers carving trenches into the grass, the rope burning hot against my palms. The boys' side is stronger, and I can feel it in every inch we lose, sliding closer to their line no matter how hard I dig in, teeth gritted, arms screaming with the effort."Girls, we need to give this everything!" I shout, already doubting my encouraging words are going to work, until Sasha's voice cuts through from the back."Okay, picture this — you're at the mall, and you spot that bag, the one-of-a-kind, last-one-on-the-shelf bag. How hard would you fight some rando trying to grab it before you? That's this. Right now. The boys are that rando, and the rope is the limited edition!""You've literally never had to fight anyone for a bag," Jade calls back. "You only shop high-end.""Not the point, Jade! Just pull, and let's win this.""Okay. Full strength, activated."Somehow, it works. Sa

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   That’s Called Strategy 

    The rope stretches out across the grass, a strip of red cloth tied dead center to mark the middle line. Mr. Patterson paces beside it."Girls on this end." He points. "Boys, that end. First to pull the flag past your line wins the round. Best of three."We line up, and Sasha claps her hands twice like a coach rallying a locker room. "Positions, ladies. Remember — strategy, not strength."Sasha grips the rope near the front, Pristina right behind her, the rest of us fanned out down the line. Why do I already feel like this won't work? Half the girls up front have never hustled a day in their lives. But then again, Sasha's whole plan was never about strength — it's about using our bodies, our charm, to throw them off balance.Across from us, the boys are already laughing, shoving each other, Tom rolling his shoulders back like he's warming up for the Olympics. They'd actually voted for River first, but he waved it off, uninterested. Since he couldn't skip the game entirely, he just stay

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   We’re Girls, Rhodes

    River offers to carry Cortney back."You always do love causing me trouble, don't you?" he asks after hoisting her up. I trail beside them, both our bags slung over my shoulders. He bounces her once, adjusting her weight against his hip, and Cortney lets out a sharp wince."Ow. You did that on purpose."River laughs."It's not funny.""Never said it was. But it'll be kind of fun to watch you sit back for once, not throwing yourself into everything.""What does that even mean?" Cortney twists her head to look at me. "Do you understand what he's saying?" I shake my head, and she huffs. "River, you've caused me trouble since before I was even born. We had to share a womb. And birthdays — you know how much of a nightmare it is sharing a birthday with your twin?""Don't say that, Cort." I bump her bag against my hip, chiding. "You're hurting his feelings.""Excuse me — you're on his side now?""I—I'm not. I'm on your side." River catches my eye, giving me a pointed look. I shoot one right

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Hiking

    It's as bad as she thinks. Really bad.We walk into a massive open field, everyone's expressions somewhere between confused and dreading. Cortney and I trade a look, and she rolls her eyes so hard. "I have a feeling I'm going to hate whatever this is."Same. Same here. My attention drifts back to the field as Mr. Patterson steps to the front of the group, clipboard tucked under one arm.Earlier, we'd loaded onto the bus, and it drove us a mile or so out from the hotel. I made sure to snap pictures out the window the whole ride or stops, catching the scenery. Miss Turner also made everyone pack extra clothes before we left — no explanation given, just a firm "you'll want them." We didn't argue."Okay, so — first on my list before the fun starts is getting your bodies moving." Mr. Patterson claps his hands together. A collective groan rolls through the group."Told you I had a feeling," Cortney mutters, arms crossed.Mr. Patterson pushes on, clearly unbothered by how miserable we all l

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Forced Bonding With Mother Nature

    I didn't expect Sasha to actually defend me. And she made a point of saying it wasn't for my sake — just that she didn't want to be the day’s gossip. So why does that explanation feel a little too convenient?One thing about Sasha Mackline: you never know what's actually going on in her head, or what she's going to do next.I step out of the bathroom, towel-drying my hair with one hand while I dig through the closet with the other, hunting for something comfortable. I pick a matching set, wide-legged trousers with a body-hugging zip-up jacket, no hood.Sasha goes into the bathroom, and the door clicks shut behind her. I flop back onto my bed and check my phone — twenty minutes to nine. My thumb scrolls, and I land on the photos from last night, the ones River took of us. I press a hand over my mouth to muffle the giggle that slips out at the sight of him kissing me. Afterward, I bury the pictures in my hidden folder, just in case Cortney ever wants my phone. Then I notice his name sit

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Good Save

    I think I'm caught. No — not think. I'm caught.The look on her face says it all. Her words said it all.Cortney's eyes snap downward, and I follow her gaze to find one of Sasha's heels lying tipped on its side near her bed — the same ones from the rave last night. Cortney steps past me into the room before I can get a word out, crosses to the heel, and bends to pick it up. She turns it over in her hands, inspecting it, then lifts her head toward Sasha, still dead asleep on her bed.Her eyes cut back to me. "Well?" She lifts one shoulder, waiting.So maybe I'm not caught, exactly. She's assuming, not confirming. My pulse starts to level out as I scramble to cover before her suspicion gets any closer to the truth. "It was one wild night, but we didn't go to any party.""This heel says otherwise." She holds it up between us. "So does your hair. Your clothes. Sasha's clothes." She crosses her arms. "Come on, I'm not a kid, Chancé. And I hate being lied to.""Will you fucking keep your vo

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   His Slut

    I toss and turn until I finally stop. With my hand on my stomach, I stare at the ceiling, letting out a long breath. Cortney dropped me home thirty minutes ago, and River hasn’t shown up yet.Maybe it is for the best.I sigh, running my hand through my hair.What exactly am I doing? I know he will

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Just spam

    ( Two Months Later)The rink is loud with cheering—fans screaming and clapping as the players race across the ice. But the noise fades in the back of my mind the moment his eyes meet mine for a glimpse. Now all I hear is his voice from the night before. Low. Close to my ear.“How do you want to be

  • Craving My Best Friend’s Brother   Prologue

    *** ~~CHANCÉ~~ *** “Come here.” River Dawson’s voice slides down my spine like a slow shiver. I’m standing only a few inches away from him, but those two words still pull me closer, like I’m tied to him by something invisible. Maybe I am. I should feel embarrassed about how easily I obey

  • 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’

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