All Chapters of My Brother’s Best Friend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

By the time I'm done talking Lydia's mouth is hanging open in disbelief. "Ok so let me just make sure I got this right" She shakes her head like it'll help process what I just told her. "So, Kane showed up to the movies with Jordans ex girlfriend?" I nod my head. "And Jordan was basically unphased?" I nod my head again. "How did Kane know where you were going to be??" "I have no idea. You're the only person I told" Lydia purses her lips together and stares down at her hands with a guilty expression. "Lydia?" "Ok, I'm really sorry please don't be mad at me! I might have ran into Landon a couple days ago and we were just chit chatting and I might have let it slip that you had a date tonight. I didn't think he would tell Kane I swear!" She drops her head into her hands. "I'm a terrible friend" I could be mad at her, but I'm really not. Something tells me that Kane would have found out regardless. I sigh. "It's not your fault. I'm sure Kane would have beat or charmed the inform

I spent all of Sunday in bed, and thankfully Lydia didn't push me to talk about anything. Instead, she rotted in the room with me. We watched movies on her laptop and ordered pizza. She didn't ask why I kept checking my phone or say anything about me staring at the door every time I heard voices in the hallway. I allowed myself one day to wallow in self pity, but that's all. I refuse to be depressed over someone who obviously isn't feeling the same way. I have an early class today so I decide to dress more comfortable. I'm already not a morning person so the last thing I want is to squeeze into something tight. I throw on a navy blue sweat set and my black uggs. My hair has a mind of it's own today, so I twist it up into a claw clip. If lydia were awake right now I know she would be shaking her head at me. I throw all my stuff in my bad and quietly open the door. I'm looking at the ground and the first thing I see is feet. I smile because my first thought is Kane. I have to shove

I arrive at Jordans door at exactly five o'clock. Part of me immediately regrets being right on time. I don't want to come across as desperate, even if he was the one waiting outside my dorm this morning. I force myself to breath, shoving my nerves to aside and replacing them with determination. I raise my hand and knock. A few seconds pass in silence, so I knock again, a little more hesitantly this time. When the door finally opens, it isn't Jordan-it's Riley. She looks furious. She slams her shoulder into mine as she brushes past without a word. I peek inside to find Jordan sitting on the edge of his bed with his head buried in his hands.Yeah... this feels uncomfortable. I'm terrible in situations like this. If emotions are running high, my first instinct is always to disappear."Umm... hey..." I drag out the word, the awkwardness in my voice obvious. When he looks up at me he's frowning and seems a little confused by my presence. He curses under his breath. "I'm sorry, I didn'

I snuck out this morning before Viola and Kane woke up. I have a breakfast date with Lydia and I didn't want to be there when they wake up tangled together, and I also didn't want to be questioned about where I'm going. They're hopeless.Anyone with functioning eyesight could tell they're in love. They're just too stubborn to admit it. A week apart had been enough to make them both miserable. Kane barely spoke to anyone, and according to Lydia, Viola wasn't much better. If they still can't figure it out after this, then they are beyond saving. I shake my shoulders to try and soothe the nerves when I get to Lydia's room. I knock once and the door flies open. Lydia is standing there with a worried expression on her face. "Shit, I thought you were Viola. She never came back last night and I've been texting her for hours..." She looks like she didn't sleep very well. "She's fine, she's with Kane." I try to reassure her but hearing that doesn't seem to help. She goes from worried to

Kane doesn't say a word. He just crashes his lips against mine. The kiss isn't sweet or gentle. It's hungry, rough, completely unmistakably Kane. This should feel wrong. I shouldn't be kissing my brother's best friend, one of my best friend's. I moan into his mouth when he grinds into me, my fists twitsting into the sheets. He breaks the kiss, his lips skimming my jaw before drifting to the side of my neck. The gentleness of it catches me off guard, a stark contrast to the kiss we just shared. He slowly moves lower, pushing my shirt up before planting soft kisses down my chest and stomach until he reaches the hem of my pants. I should stop him. We haven't gone to the point of no return yet. But then he lightly bites my hip and my voice of reason completely disappears. I want him, and that's all I care about right now. His fingers slip into the top of my pants. I'm practically panting, adrenaline coursing through my body. His lust filled gaze meets mine, looking for any indic