Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unhealthy Obsession With My Stepbrother : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Nate's POV. My phone was buzzing like there was an ant in the room trying to see how he would be able to bring me out of where I had already decided to stand. This was something that was not negotiable when I hoped that everybody in their good conscience was able to leave me the hell alone because the more they kept trying to reach out to me I was going to get more annoyed because I already knew how this was going to end. Freya had been trying to reach out to me and ever since I knew she was the next on the target list I just wanted to give her some room to be able to express herself instead of just shooting her off like that. It was easy to tell Jessica to stay away from her mother but to what end? She was the only person that she had in the entire world and she was also experienced in the same betrayal that I felt that I did and understood so she needed to be offered more Grace. But what I wasn't going to tolerate was hard trying to see how she could buy my loyalty over because

Jessica's POV. The heap of problems that I have been facing had nothing to do with the fact that there was a little issue that was going to blow off everyone's minds and no matter how much you tried to make it look like it was an overaction it didn't end up being like that. A lot of things had come to play in this and I was only hoping that I would be able to get the best out of whatever was going on or else it was going to be an absolute disaster and nobody would be able to help each other by the time it was done. The only difference was that we were able to find my mom just before her husband would be able to find her. My mother stood in front of me with tears streaming down her eyes as she watched the building go up in flames. "Who would have imagined that he would have wanted to kill me in that building simply because I challenged him?" She asked. This wasn't the time for me to hold grudges or for me to start reminding her of the mistakes that she made because I knew how har

Jessica's POV. I took a deep breath because I just didn't understand what he was trying to push forward for and no matter how much I was hoping to be able to get my hands on the idea it was just getting lost on me and the only thing that was calling up was the fact that I needed to do even more to make sure that I secured a position that was supposed to be mining in first place. Hands on my bagstrap I headed into school avoiding Hazel like a play and it wasn't my fault that she had been one of the people who had instigated a lot of things and I was trying as much as possible to stay away from her so that I did not lose my mind or do something or say something that was going to ruin the friendship for good.Roosevelt found me just before I entered and I knew that I was in for a wild ride today and this was never going to end because he believed that he had an opinion about my life that nobody was entitled to. "I see that you are finally coming after all the disaster that you and you

168Nate's POV. I was running on a huge timeline and if I was not able to crush my goals I would have a lot of resentment building inside of me against myself which was something that I would not want to happen. It wasn't because I couldn't deal with it exactly but because I was willing to give myself a chance and push myself into doing something more. I didn't want to be the normal mediocre person that everybody expected me to be. Everybody was expecting that I do the same thing that most of them had been known for doing and as a point I was going to hit myself because that's was not the kind of life that I wanted to live. I wanted to live a wordy and a life back could be emulated but right now nothing was working in my favor and I was only just looking carefully and watching to see how far it was going to take me.The next thing that I was doing to make sure that I got everything under control was also making sure that I had my eyes on the prize. It was not going to be easy but

Jessica's POVBreakfast the next morning was very awkward. Almost physically painful awkward.Mom was sitting at the end of the table, poking at her pancakes like she hated them. I wasn’t hungry either, but I was pretending. The clinking of her fork on the plate filled the silence between us, and I wished it would just stop.“Do you want orange juice?” I asked after a while, because small talk was safer than talking about the real stuff.She looked up, her eyes dull and tired. “No. Thanks.”I nodded, sipping mine even though it tasted weird. Nobody told me orange juice could taste sad.For a long time, neither of us spoke. She kept looking everywhere but at me, like she couldn’t stand what she might see if our eyes met. Maybe I felt the same. Everything about last night was still sitting heavy between us. I still remembered the yelling, the crying and the way I’d snapped at her.Finally, she said, “You didn’t sleep much.”“Neither did you,” I muttered, keeping my eyes on my plate.She