STUCK IN BETWEEN TWO BROTHERS

Ivy stood at the edge of the crowded school hallway, her eyes following Justin as he effortlessly made his way through the throng of students. His laugh echoed down the corridor, drawing the attention of nearly every girl in sight. But it wasn’t just his good looks or his charm that made him popular—it was the ease with which he moved through life, always with a smile on his face and a joke at the ready. Justin was the kind of guy everyone wanted to be around, and Ivy had been by his side for as long as she could remember. To the outside world, they were the perfect pair of best friends. But to Ivy, it was something much more complicated. She watched as Justin leaned in close to a group of girls, his voice dropping to a low murmur. The girls giggled, their eyes wide with admiration. Ivy rolled her eyes, unable to suppress a smirk. Typical Justin, she thought. Always the flirt, always the center of attention. But then, his gaze caught hers from across the hall, and a grin spread

Trevor’s gaze lingered on Ivy, his smirk deepening as he pushed off the doorframe and sauntered into the room. His presence filled the space instantly, bringing with it a weight Ivy had almost forgotten during his absence."Good to see you, Ivy," Trevor said, his voice smooth yet laced with mockery. He looked her up and down, that familiar spark of mischief in his eyes. "Still playing sidekick to my dear brother, I see.""Leave her alone, Trevor," Justin warned, his tone cold and clipped as he stepped slightly in front of Ivy, instinctively shielding her.But Trevor only laughed, clearly amused. "Relax, Justin. I'm just making conversation," he said with a shrug, although Ivy knew better. She could already feel the heat rising to her cheeks, her discomfort mounting under Trevor’s pointed stare."Well, go make it somewhere else," Justin replied, his voice hard. The tension between the brothers crackled in the air, a silent reminder of the rivalry that had only seemed to grow with ti

Ivy stood outside Justin’s door, her heart racing as she tried to steady herself. It felt like she’d been staring at the door for hours, running through a hundred different ways to explain what had happened, but none of them seemed right.Finally, taking a deep breath, she opened the door. As she stepped inside, her gaze fell on Justin lying on the bed, his face scrunched up and squeezed against the pillow, his features contorted in a mixture of discomfort and exhaustion. His eyes were shut tight, and his brows were furrowed, deep lines etched across his forehead. His mouth was twisted, lips pursed, and his jaw clenched, giving him a pained expression. His body was sprawled across the bed, limbs splayed out in every direction, conveying a sense of utter relaxation and surrender. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light on his tense face, accentuating the tension in his muscles, and for a moment, she stood there, frozen, taking in the intimate vulnerability of the scene

“You should be thanking me, though,” Trevor said, his tone casual but smug.“Why should I? We took drugs, for goodness’ sake! What is wrong with you?” Ivy exclaimed, her eyes narrowing in anger.Trevor scoffed and took a step closer. Before she could react, his hand gripped her jaw gently but firmly, tilting her face up to his.“Little miss creep,” he murmured, his smirk widening, “you don’t get to shout at me after accepting my deal.”“Take back the deal,” she demanded, her voice trembling with frustration.But Trevor leaned in closer, his eyes boring into hers, the smirk never leaving his face. “It’s a deal,” he whispered.Ivy went silent, her breath hitching. The only sound in the room was the soft rhythm of their breathing as they stared at each other, a tense and unspoken energy building between them.Ivy’s heart pounded as Trevor’s smirk deepened, his face just inches from hers. The intensity of his gaze made her feel both angry and nervous. She clenched her fists by her sides,

"You're his?" Stephanie asked, her eyes widening in disbelief."That annoyed the shit out of me," Ivy replied, frowning deeply."Girl... Trevor is hot as hell. If I were in your position, I'd be begging to suck his feet," Stephanie said, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face.Ivy grimaced, her nose scrunching in disgust. "Ugh, Steph, that's revolting. I've known Trevor practically my whole life, and trust me, he's not someone you want to mess with or have any kind of relationship with."Stephanie shrugged, unbothered by Ivy's reaction. "Well, if he says I'm his, then I am," she said, flashing an exaggerated grin.Ivy groaned, rolling her eyes. "Argh, you can have him if you want. Seriously, take him. I won't stop you.""I wish," Stephanie said, her smirk growing wider as she leaned back, clearly amused by Ivy's frustration.Ivy crossed her arms, glaring at Stephanie. "You're hopeless, you know that? Trevor is bad news. The guy doesn't care about anyone but himself."Stephanie