All Chapters of Craving My Best Friend’s Brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I can hear the beating of my heart. The rain is pouring heavily, unexpected. Mom sent me a message that she won't be home tonight. That leaves me alone in this house with River.I swallow hard."Are you okay?""Uh?""You've been standing there, staring at me. Is something on my face?""No. Your face is perfect—" I stop. Freeze. Did I just say that? "I mean, perfectly fine. Your face is perfectly fine. There's nothing on your face."I look away. My fingers twist together in front of me.The tension between us is unbearable. The last time I pushed him away was because Mom was downstairs. Or because I just came back from a date with Ricky. I don’t know. I just know I had a little control.Oh gosh.Now there's no excuse."Are you sure you're fine?""Of course," I say, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Then behind the other. Then back again. "Well, the rain is still pouring and we don't know when it will stop. It would be rude to let you stay here.""No. I'm fine.""I insist."His br

***~~~CHANCÉ~~~***The rain has finally stopped falling. I turn to my back and take a deep breath. It was a good sleep. I wonder if he also had a good one. After a few moments of my mind roaming and finally settling, I get out of bed.The time reads 7:30 a.m. I quickly clean myself up and get ready for school. Then I leave my room. I move to Mave's and raise my hand to knock — but I hesitate. I don't want to disturb him. But he said he has training by 8 and needed to go home to get his uniform. So I finally do it.I knock. No answer.I knock again. When I don't hear anyone's voice, I open the door and step into a neatly empty room. The bed is laid, the curtain is rolled down. He's left already? He didn't even send a text or leave a note. I close the door and go to get his already washed clothes — the ones I washed last night when he changed into Sam's. Then I pick up my old backpack. I sling it over my shoulder and run out of the house.Cortney's car is pulling up to the front of m

"You did a good job with the water and towel formula, young woman. His fever is down. Mr. Dawson will be alright. Just a little more sleep, and he'll be awake." The doctor reaches into his bag and pulls out a notepad and pen. He scribbles something inside, then tears the page and hands it to me. "You can have the maid go to the pharmacy to get this prescription. Have him use it, and he'll be back on his feet in no time." "Thank you, doctor," I say. He nods. "I'll see you out." My mind still rings back to the name he called earlier. When he said it — the way he said it — it felt like that girl meant more than just one of the girls he once had a fling with. But I push it aside. He was burning so I just went into action. I found a small towel in his wardrobe, went to his bathroom for cold water, and patted his body with it — like giving him a little bath. The air conditioner stayed on the whole time, and he was also out of his blanket. I had to get the maid involved to

***~~~RIVER~~~***If I knew the tiredness and sneezing that came out of me would lead to me being sick, I'd not have fallen asleep.I wake up feeling a little better than I was a few minutes ago. But my blanket is gone away from me. The air conditioner is turned to the highest setting, and I'm out of my clothes — only wearing briefs. I'm terrified. I sit up quickly. How did I get to this point? I truly remember wearing my joggers and hoodie to bed.Immediately, my stomach growls.I groan, ruffling my hair. Right. I didn't eat breakfast.My hand reaches for my phone. When I see the time, I gasp loudly. It's already almost 4 p.m.?How is that possible? I could have sworn I slept for about thirty minutes. That means I missed practice? Class. Ah — fuck! My tutorial with Chan!I leave the bed immediately, and a sudden headache hits me like a gunshot. My hands press against my head as I groan.Then I stop when I see Chan in the distance. I stand straight. Blink. Check if I'm imagining he

It feels distant. My mind is blurry from the outside world. Everyone around me feels like a distant memory.I can feel the heat move around my body as I recall the call with my father. The threat he always gives before a game. Why am I even surprised by this one? If it's not "Don't lose," then it's "Don't disappoint me, boy." Or many more.But I feel anxious. I'm sick, and this game on Friday will be brutal. More brutal than the games I've played.I've faced Daniel Marrius before. It was a strong game, but I won. I don't think he'll let my ass go this time. A few months ago, I received a call from an unknown number, and he introduced himself. He said he will have me taken to the hospital when next we meet.I wondered why he suddenly hates me. I know the game of hockey can be brutal, but it's still a game.It isn't anymore for Daniel.The girl I hooked up with — the one who threatened me with being pregnant the day Chan saved me — was his sister. It came as a shock. Since then, I've be