CHAPTER 13
565 Words
MYCSEEN'S POV:
I got out of the car and headed straight to my room. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything that had happened today.
Alia, ugh. She crossed the line this time. Threatening Brittany? How could she?
I sat on the edge of my bed, running my fingers through my hair. Brittany was so innocent, too kind to deserve that nonsense. Don’t get me wrong, there are no feelings involved here. None at all. I’m just being honest.
But still, I couldn’t just sit back and let Alia get away with it. My jaw tightened as I made up my mind: I was going to confront her tomorrow. If she didn’t stop this rubbish, I might lose my temper. Who does she think she is, humiliating someone like Brittany?
Grabbing my phone, I scrolled down to James’ number and hit call.
📞 James: Hey, what’s up?
📞 Me: I’m not cool, James.
📞 James: Really? What’s wrong?
📞 Me: Alia. She threatened Brittany today.
I could hear James exhale sharply on the other end of the line.
📞 James: Damn it! Why does Alia have to act like such a b***h?
📞 Me: I have no idea why she keeps doing this. But I’m done ignoring it. I’m giving her a piece of my mind tomorrow.
📞 James: Look, I get it, but be careful. Alia’s not the easiest person to deal with. But wait—since when did you care so much about this Brittany girl?
📞 Me: Damn you, dude. You know I don’t care about her like that. But I can’t sit back and let Alia humiliate someone. Especially not because of me. You know me better than that.
📞 James: Yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t worry, this stays between us.
📞 Me: Good. I’ll deal with her tomorrow.
📞 James: Alright, man. I gotta go.
📞 Me: Alright. Bye.
I ended the call and tossed the phone aside. The thought of Alia’s actions still made my blood boil. I didn’t even feel like eating.
Later, my elder brother suggested we go to the mall to pick up some items. I tagged along, hoping a change of scenery would clear my head.
At the mall, something caught my eye. It was a golden necklace, simple but beautiful. Without thinking twice, I bought it. I didn’t even care about the price.
Guess who I bought it for?
No, it’s not what you’re thinking. This wasn’t some romantic gesture. I just thought Brittany deserved some kind of compensation for all the nonsense she had to deal with, first from Dawn and now Alia.
But as I got home and held the necklace in my hand, I paused. Why was I so bothered by what happened to Brittany? Why did I care this much?
I shook my head and tossed the necklace into my drawer, but the question wouldn’t go away.
Was James right? Did I care more about Brittany than I was willing to admit?
No. It wasn’t possible.
But as I lay in bed, I caught myself smiling, thinking about how her eyes sparkled when she was happy.
Wait.
What?
I sat up abruptly, my heart racing.
Oh, no.
This wasn’t happening.
Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her?
I sighed and turned over, trying to block out the question.
But deep down, I knew.
And I wasn’t ready to face it yet
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