All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

STACYI was still looking for what to say even after a minute had passed.All the talking was going on in my head. He had Patricia’s strong gaze, though his manifested in dark, blue orbs. His facial structure, the perfection of it was also something that ran in the family.It was nearly impossible for Lisa to have any issue with contouring her cheeks while I struggled with mine. When you had a perfect jaw and a diamond-shaped face, you didn't have to bother about some things, unlike my face structure which was slimmer and longer.I could have stood there all night and watched him while picking out the things about him that made him a Lewin, I could have become familiar with his body and his mannerisms without knowing who he was, I could have done it so well that he wouldn’t feel like a stranger anymore but with every second that passed, concern flooded his stare.Confused concern.I closed my mouth and tightened my grip on the granite surface beside me.I had to start from somewhere.

JEROME STACY “You followed me here?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. “I leave your house, have a fight with my best friend because of you and you follow me home? Haven’t you done enough already?” Elena grabs my hand and holds on to it. “Stacy—” “I’m not here for you, Stacy.” Jerome stepped forward, stopping at the foot of the stairs. “As much as I owe you an apology, I’m not here for you.” I didn’t just want him to keep his distance, I wanted him to not be here. It was just this morning that I returned home. It was because of his presence that I couldn’t stay at the Lewin’s house even after Lisa apologized this morning. I would have had a less depressing Thanksgiving at their house but here I was, crossing the road every ten minutes because Mom was so terrible at being a mother. She didn’t even remeber where half of our kitchen utensils were. “Stacy, you know Jerome?” My brows drew together as Elena’s questions settled. She was asking me if I knew Jerome and she was wai

STACY In the past few days, I’ve learned more than I wished to know. From Elena being Marilyn’s mom to Jerome’s fresh injury and my supposed decision to go to California Uni. Was I going to the University of California? I’m not sure. Am I thinking about it? Yes and yes. I’ve burdened myself with the thought while being holed up in the same house with Mom and Dad and so I haven’t made any decision but I imagine getting ice cream with my favorite person, Lisa, will help me come to a conclusion. “Uhm…” Lisa eyed the poster from the service counter. “There is vanilla, chocolate, peanut butter, strawberry—” “Strawberry and chocolate toppings.” “O.K.” Lisa tapped her finger against the corner of her lips as she mulled over a decision. “This is hard.” She always does this. “Take your time, Lisa, while I fix your friend’s order,” Nathan assured her, sneaking in a wink. I waited till he had turned away and walked to the other end of the counter before I gave her the eye. “He definitel

STACY I paced the length of my bedroom, biting my nails as anxiety crept up on me. If I’m being real, It didn’t really creep up on me. It has been here since I returned yesterday. I lowered myself onto my bed and looked around. My room was scattered with boxes of clothes and half-hung lilac curtains. My bed was a mess. I had thrown my clothes on it, trying to decide if I could do this, if I could afford to go to California. The one place I hadn’t checked was the box in my drawer. I’d saved money at every chance that I got. Just like my Mom was a hard worker, I tried my best to be the same thing. I took jobs at the library, I took babysitting jobs and I worked overnight shifts at Burgers Crown. I don’t think I’ve made a substantial amount of money to fund my school but it could be used to get new clothes. It could be used to buy a new shoe, maybe get a new haircut as well as fund my transport on campus and the likes of that. But I’ve not checked it out yet. I had a fear that

STACY UNKNOWN: Hi, stranger. I stared at the message, reading the words over and over again. The number didn’t look familiar at all. I could put my phone in my pocket and return to the party but it was so difficult to tear my eyes away from it. When I looked up, it was to find Lisa. I gave up before even trying, crossing my legs and reclining on the couch. The last thing I was going to do was leave here. Someone stood up and I smiled as I adjusted. The empty space didn’t exist for long. Another person squeezed their way in as they dived into some questions about who was getting in the pool. Maybe the pool was where Lisa was at. I checked my phone again to see if there was another message from the new number. I had only taken half of my beer but I could already feel it kicking into action. I’ve always been the light-headed one. Another message came in. My phone was all the distraction I had. Without it, it was just me, sweaty bodies, dark rooms, alleyways, blasting music, a