Craving My Best Friend’s Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

The Uber finally pulls up — the kind of car that fits six. I start heading toward the boys' car, but Sasha grabs my arm and yanks me back. "You're riding with us. It'll be so embarrassing, you being the only girl stuck in a car full of boys." I don't argue, just follow her lead, and we pile into the second car.I end up wedged in the front seat while the girls dissolve into giggling behind me, voices overlapping too fast to follow. Something about how much fun tonight's going to be. It's an overnight rave, apparently. Sasha grilled River about it before the Uber even showed up.Half of them have never been to one. Neither have I, if I'm honest. I can't quite picture what we're walking into. I can't believe River picked a packed, sweaty, probably-drugged-up rave for our first real date — I'd have taken dinner, someplace we could actually talk through or have fun in. But it's sweet, in its own way, that he thought this hard about where to take me at all.The girls' chatter blurs into ba

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

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

"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

A ripple of "of course" runs through the circle."You all should cut her some slack. She wants to talk — let her." Mr. Ryan quiets the group.Sasha shoots one last look around the circle before turning her full attention to him, clearing her throat. "My plans after graduation are simple. Fashion school. I'm going to own a brand bigger than Chanel, Louis Vuitton, and Gucci combined. Obviously. You know, when you have money, you can do anything you want. Whoever said money doesn't buy happiness clearly never had any, because money is not the root of all evil. It's the reason people have good skin and stay young forever. And—""Alright, Miss Mackline." Mr. Ryan cuts in fast, already clapping. The rest of us join in, grateful for the excuse to stop her from continuing. She smiles anyway, totally not bothered."Make sure the rich ones find my store," she adds with a satisfied little nod."Okay. Anyone else?"Cortney's hand shoots up, and Mr. Ryan waves her on. "I'm going to NYU.""Ooh, tha