All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JEROME It was a Tuesday morning, and I was expecting Lisa. She hadn’t been by in a while, and I figured it’d be good to catch up. I hadn’t been the best brother lately—too wrapped up in my own mess to notice hers, or anyone else’s for that matter. So, I cleaned up the house, cleared away the clutter of half-written scripts and empty coffee cups, and made a quick breakfast, nothing fancy. Scrambled eggs, toast, some fruit I’d been meaning to finish before it went bad. I didn’t expect anything more than a few hours of easy conversation and maybe a few jabs at me for being a workaholic. Work had been hectic on me and even on Nattie so for that reason, we had not found the time to catch up on lost times. What was even more crazy was the fact that Kingston had returned from his hometown. Normally, when ever stuff like that happened, we prioritized sitting down together and having lunch or dinner, even if it was at the staff lounge but I had been so swamped up with work that we had not

JEROME I stood in the living room, pacing the hardwood floor, the muffled sound of the shower running in the background. Stacy was in the bathroom, washing away what had happened between us in the last thirty minutes. It wasn’t a magical bath so the past wasn’t going to just disappear and so everything I had said still stood. I was going to tell Lisa. I made a promise for the second time and I wasn’t planning on breaking it, on breaking whatever fragile shred of trust she had managed to still keep for me. I needed a glass of water so I went to the kitchen and chugged up a full glass. I leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at the door. My mind was blank for a few seconds, then came the knock. It was soft at first, hesitant. I paused mid-stride, glancing toward the door. My chest tightened. Another knock, louder this time, more insistent. “Who is it?” I asked, already knowing, already dreading. “It’s Lisa.” I breathed out in relief. My fear had been that it was

STACY When I opened the door to our dorm room, the air inside felt thick and stale, as if all the light and life had been sucked out of it. The first thing I noticed was how dark it was. No lamps were on, and the curtains were still drawn tight against the world outside. The only hint of light came from the dim streetlamp flickering through the edges of the curtain, casting a thin, silvery line across the floor. But then I saw her, sitting there, completely still, on the edge of the bed. I barely made out the shape of her body, her shoulders hunched forward, hands clutched in her lap. I swallowed hard, standing at the door for a moment longer than I should have, knowing she could probably hear me but wasn’t acknowledging my presence. It was like we were strangers again. The silence in the room was suffocating. I reached for the light switch, flicking it on, and the sudden brightness was almost too much. Lisa squinted against the light, her eyes red, and swollen. She wasn’t just

STACY I arrived at the library just as the sky was beginning to shift from deep blue to a muted gray, the first hints of morning seeping through the windows. The building was practically empty when I walked in, with only the library staff and a janitor on duty. I greeted them and walked to a secure spot to read. I always loved this time of day—the hours before the chaos of classes and chatter filled the halls. It was the only time I felt like I had any control, like I could set the pace for the day ahead. And today, I needed that control or an illusion of it. I dropped my bag onto the wooden table in the far corner, the one by the window where I’d spent countless mornings studying. My notes felt like a mess, scattered pages with half-written thoughts, and highlighted lines that no longer made any sense to me. I stared at them for a moment, feeling a quiet unease growing. I had an exam today—a big one—and I wasn’t ready. Not even close. I had fallen behind, one assignment afte

STACY I couldn’t believe it was over, not even after I walked out of the exam hall. I was exhausted, I was relieved, I was grateful. There was also a foreboding sense that came along at some point, reminding me that the one thing which has taken my mental energy was now gone, giving me enough time to be miserable about stuff. I paid no attention to that foreboding sense. The exam itself had been tough, but nothing compared to the issues I was facing. I felt like I’d been running on fumes for so long that I wasn’t sure how to just stop and breathe. I stepped out into the sunlight, blinking against the brightness. The courtyard was busy, students chatting and laughing in clusters, already celebrating the end of the semester. For a moment, I thought about just slipping away, heading back to the dorm to be alone with my thoughts. But then I remembered what Lisa had said—she was waiting for me outside. I hadn’t seen much of her since the fallout, just quick glimpses in the ha