some more at Lindsey and Cooper.
Sighing, I knew I had to say something. “You like Lindsey.”
“Nah, nah.” He nervously glanced at me before staring back at them. “I grew up with her. I’m just protective, I guess.”
“Bullshit, Thompson! You’re turning red.” I learned in third grade that Brody turned red when he was lying. I was the only person who knew that, but he was still hell-bent on denial.
“Fuck off. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I love this dude, but wasn’t he a little too late for this? He messed it up so bad. “Whether you admit it or not, you’re on the outs man. You fucked her best friend. You killed it then.”
“She’s fascinatingly scary,” he said out loud, amazement in his voice. “I’ve always been in love with your sister, but she was too young and too innocent. I didn’t want to disappoint her. We were just too young.”
In love, I guess I knew that, too, deep down, I did. Why was he acting on this love now, though? He was cool with it before. Guess now things were different since one of his friends was all over the woman he couldn’t have. Well, no—Lindsey was the only woman he chose not to have. “Guess it’s best to keep it that way. She hates your guts, anyway.” Damn straight she does. Better not even try it with her. She was going to grill him until he was charred to perfection.
Brody was right; Lindsey was damn scary.
“She fucking does, doesn’t she?” he murmured, but his eyes looked like he was determined to get her.
Lindsey always had that star-struck look about her every time Brody was around. I wasn’t blind, but I also trusted my best friend not to do something stupid when she was in middle school or a freshman. I didn’t say anything to him because I knew Brody; he respected me enough not to go after my naïve sister, even if she was throwing herself at him at one point. Brody was a good man, but it seemed that he was starting to really see Lindsey now, moving on, dating other men, and not as that little girl who fed him apples while we played video games, cheering him on that he was the best player in the world. Yeah, little girl adoration, Brody got that in spades.
“Good luck.” I tapped his shoulder before downing my drink and placing it on a table. He sure needed all the luck he could get. Even if there’s a chance that Lindsey might still feel something for him, she sure as hell wouldn’t tell him that. I knew my sister. She’s going to make him suffer… maybe forever.
“You leaving already?”
I nodded, inserting my hands in my pocket before leaving Brody with his problems while I pondered some more about my situation with Emma.
I found myself parking outside her place, sighing before killing the engine. I had keys to let myself inside, knowing that it was just Emma here, but I was scared to check if Lewis was in there with her. So I sat there for another hour, contemplating if I should go in, confront her with or without her ex and talk properly. I finally decided that I should sleep on it and come back tomorrow.
Yeah, tomorrow would the best , I thought with certainty as I maneuvered out of the parking spot and back on the road, driving towards my house.
Unbelievable
A knock came on the door before it was shoved open by a sleepy looking Brody. Seeing that I was in my bed, staring at the ceiling, he let out a sigh before he leaned against the shut door. “Guess you didn’t see her last night.”
“No, I thought maybe we needed some time—even just for a day—to breathe, you know? Anyway, I’m going to see her soon, maybe in a couple of hours.”
“I don’t think that possible. Your sister left to party in Hollywood with the girls, Emma included.”
“How’d you know?”
“I called Lindsey after—well—”
I raised my brow at him when he didn’t seem to know what to say next, which was mighty odd coming from the man I had known since birth.
“Fuck, bro. I don’t know how to say
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