All Chapters of 90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ASHLEY My brows furrow. “What do you mean? You just said you knew that Jeremías would tell me the truth. Why are you suddenly surprised about it?” My dad clears his throat, the sound strained over the line. “It's just… a little surprising, dear. That's all.” Gosh. First, they knew about it, and now it's a little surprising. What are they really thinking right now? “Why is it surprising? Didn't you guys know?” “Well, the story from Caleb and his father always explained that it was Jeremías that tried to hurt you. Not Caleb.” My heart sinks deep down to my stomach. Everything around me suddenly feels suffocating. “Jeremías?” I whisper, unable to even call his name properly. “But it's not factual,” my mom chips in, her voice calm. “Nothing is factual. It's just what they all said at the time. We weren't in the living room when it happened; we didn't see who really did it. And the cameras weren't installed yet because it was a new house.” “True, dear,” my dad adds. “But we trus

CALEB I groan as I step inside the house. Every movement sends a bolt of lightning through my neck, especially as I try to look at Ashley. My arm muscles are strained from using these crutches even for less than twenty four hours. My posture is deliberately slumped, my eyes fixed on the living room as I approach further. Then, she calls out my name. The same way she has always been calling out to me when all she needs is me. The same way she calls out my name like ten times in an hour. Not now. Not since we've arrived in Spain. My eyes flicker to André sitting on the armchair, but I don't pay attention to him. She bolts up from the sofa she's resting on, her eyes instantly landing on me. When her eyes lock onto mine, I see the familiar expression I've been waiting for since our ride back home. I drop my shoulders further, knitting my brows together into that of someone in misery. I wince, heaving a shaky breath that I hope sounds pathetic enough to break her heart. “

JEREMÍAS The court is a chaos of shouts and jumps, the hardwood floor vibrating with each sound. My teammates are cheering , giving one another high fives, hugs, fist bumps and chest bumps, their voices echoing off the walls in the room. We just won the first phase of the basketball championship, a five point lead that felt like a marathon victory to us. André is the loudest of them all. He rushes to me, hooking his arm around my neck with enough force to make me stumble. “At least smile, bro,” he says, making his voice loud over the noise. His hair is mixed with both sweat and water, the curls flinging off drops everywhere. “You're the captain. We won because of you.” I look at him, not saying a word. His brown eyes are on me, wide and sparkling with excitement. After a minute of realizing I won't do anything he says, he unhooks his arm and rushes back to the centre of the court, still celebrating with the rest of the teammates. I stand near the bench, watching as they fis

JEREMÍASCaleb hands which were simply resting on the sheets, now grips the sheets roughly. His fingers ball to fists on the mattress. He swallows, the movement of his throat desperate, while his eyes dart around the room. His eyes are everywhere except on my face or body. The way he glances at me and quickly looks away again only confirms the things I have just heard minutes ago. He's suddenly tensed. Visibly. “Why didn't you tell me what you knew?” I press, my heart racing with anger. “For almost six years, you've held it. Why didn't you rub it in my face this time? You would surely have loved that!”My tone is cold, but somewhat steady. Not like I thought it would be. I don't know how I'm managing to hold in whatever storm's brewing in me right now. It's nearly impossible. Caleb sighs lazily. He doesn't answer immediately. He pushes himself up, his movements jagged as he leaps past me, heading towards the window near the far end of the room. It's as if the window offers more

ASHLEY I don't know how long I've been standing outside here, but my legs are starting to give in. It's been like forever since I came out here. My legs are aching and I'm not even sure if Jeremías is gonna come out again. He might have slept off while waiting for his family to leave the dining table. I sigh, pressing my back against the cool brick wall of the house. I know better. He had used his game as an excuse to leave the table and he wasn't going to come back down until everyone had left the dining room. I figured he would not spend the night here either. Even if it's late, he will still leave for his house. He isn't the type to linger around, especially with the tension in the house—which was thick enough to suffocate on—and his big game tomorrow. And I need to see him before he leaves. Dinner was a disaster. While Mr Edward had I finished our meal in the uncomfortable silence, Caleb and Mrs Isabelle had abandoned their food halfway through. After the meal, Mr Edwa