All Chapters of Craving My Best Friend’s Brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sasha Mackline is someone to fear. She has quite the temper, and that is exactly why I’ve always loved feeling invisible. I heard she despises scholarship students the most—because why are they poor and can’t afford tuition? Everyone knows how to avoid Sasha.She does have friends, though—people who are just as rich but secretly jealous of one another. They stay close because their parents are connected, and any tiny mistake from the kids could ruin those family friendships. Most of them only tolerate Sasha to gain more connections for their already powerful parents—to meet even higher-ups.But people like me? She already hates us.As she walks toward us, three of her followers trail behind, struggling with heavy shopping bags. For someone as rich as her, couldn’t she afford bodyguards to carry her stuff?Her presence alone brings pure darkness. Sasha is 5’6”—just two inches shorter than me—but she wears designer heels with her uniform: Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Louboutin, and the

The tension in the room is thick and suffocating. We sit in a tight circle, and every pair of eyes burns into me. The silence feels heavy, almost awkward enough to choke on. I can hear the grandfather clock ticking on the wall — tick-tock, tick-tock — syncing with the frantic thud of my heartbeat.“So, who is in for a game?” Sasha asks. She is the only one still standing, arms crossed, that cruel smirk fixed on her face.Earlier, the moment everyone realized the “mysterious college model” was actually me, chaos erupted. Sasha and Marcus quickly cleared the house, kicking everyone out except for me, Cortney, River, Ricky, Riley, and Marcus himself. Whatever Sasha is planning now does not look good.“I think we should go home,” Cortney says, her voice tight. “The party basically ended the second you sent everyone away.”“But the fun is just about to begin,” Sasha replies sweetly.“Oh, yeah?” Cortney challenges.“Yes, Cortney.”“So, what game do you suggest?” Riley asks, shifting uncomfo

***~~~RIVER~~~***When I suggested the makeover, I thought Cortney and I would control it together. I thought I’d get to decide exactly what Chan would turn into. But I held back. Baby steps. If I pushed for more than what I had already suggested, Cortney would get suspicious — and that was the last thing I wanted.She promised she would handle it. That scared me. I wanted her to transform Chancé into my usual type — the bad girls who looked the part. I even called her several times, asking for pictures, but Cortney kept telling me to trust her. She said I would be surprised when I finally saw Chan.She wasn’t lying.I didn’t recognize her at first. I had to say her name out loud just to confirm it was really her. In that black leather shorts, halter top, boots, with the new hairstyle and makeup… she looked fire. My mouth fell open and stayed that way.“Holy shit,” Riley whispered beside me.Our eyes met. He looked as shocked as I felt, but deep down I knew I had won the bet. Cortne

*** ~~~CHANCÉ~~~ *** I’ve sinned again. I got fucked by my best friend’s brother right beside her while she lay dead drunk and unconscious. What the hell is wrong with me? I toss onto my other side, and now my face is inches from Cortney’s. She sleeps so peacefully, completely unaware, while a vicious guilt gnaws at my insides like acid. So much for that self-help book. So much for swearing I’d stay away from River Dawson. So much for promising myself I’d heal before I ever saw him again. As I study her innocent, sleeping face, the memories from earlier flood back in vivid, shameful detail—the scene that played out before River even arrived to pick us up. Cortney and Riley locked in a heated make-out session. Since when has that been happening? Is it new… or has she been hiding it from me all this time? I wouldn’t judge her. God knows I’m in no position to. Because she’s doing exactly what I am: secretly craving her brother’s best friend. I had walked away for a momen

At exactly 3:50 p.m., Cortney lifts her head from the desk, eyes pleading. We’ve been holed up in the empty classroom since the final bell, surrounded by half-eaten Chinese takeout containers while she ran her lines over and over. Exhausted, she finally slumped forward for a break. I stayed right beside her the whole time, feeding her cues and trying to keep her calm.I was supposed to go shopping with the cash Dad gave me, but I can’t abandon my best friend when she needs me most. Not after the day she’s had.I sigh. “Okay. I will go with you.”“Thank you,” she breathes, relief flooding her face.“And don’t be nervous. You’ve practiced perfectly. Gwendolen’s role was made for you, Cortney.”“Aww.” She presses both hands dramatically over her heart, then grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder.I stand too, swinging my own bag onto my shoulder, and we head toward the auditorium together. My heels click softly down the hallway, the sound echoing in the near-empty school.We stop