The Drift that Made Us

Chapter 2

MYSTY

"Hey Mysty, I know you... can we fix it?" He said, and I knew he was decoding my responses even if he shouldn't because there was nothing to c***k.

"Are you a fortune teller, Kuya? No, we can't fix anything." I forced a smile. I had nothing to say.

"I'm not a fortune teller, but I am your big brother. Tell me, what did Reed do?" He asked as if he was sure my friend Reed was the problem. He didn't even ask if it was him, he just assumed, and he was right 99% of the time.

"Ah... nothing." I looked down. Should I tell him or not? I wanted to tell him because he was my brother and we told each other everything. On the other hand, I didn't want to notify him because he would be on the first flight back to our country, Elias. My brother would do something with whoever was involved. He will either talk to the principal and punish those involved or use his fist to stop the mess with another mess.

I had difficulty denying him any information because when we were younger, we pinky promised to tell everything we were going through so the other could help the one in need.

"Mysty Herrera, answer me. What is happening?" Martin frowned. Worry painted across his face. Uh-oh! If he was with me in my room and we were hanging out, he would get everything I kept from him. But thankfully, he was not here and is in South Korea now for work.

This time, I couldn't tell him about this. I would never tell him. Never, ever. I'd bring this to my deathbed. My soul would be the only one to know and reincarnate me in my next life.

I always wondered why he never talked about love and relationship with me, as if he was allergic to the topic. He had no girlfriend or even a boyfriend if he was into that, not even a crush. His go-to topics were k-dramas, new ones, or old ones to rerun. I didn't know any specifics about his life there, either. I should pay more attention to him than he did to me.

The craziest part was when I did not tell him stuff, but he knew about it as if he had planted someone to spy on me. It always weirded me out.

"Is Reed involved?" he asked again when I froze for seconds. His serious tone sent shivers down my spine. I sucked at keeping anything.

"Is my screen frozen, or you're choosing to ignore me?" he started crankily. Uh, was he a detective or what?

"Can we talk about this later?" I insisted, and he let it go. And now, I wanted to tell him every single thing.

"Okay, if Reed is involved with this, I'm gonna kill him!" He raised his eyebrows for emphasis and raised his fist, punching the air around him. My brother was a war freak. What a great example to his little sister!

Since I wanted to kill Reed, I'd let Kuya finish him. Metaphorically, of course, or maybe not. We won't know until the police spread yellow tape around the crime scene.

"Reed ended it with me! It's unbelievable!" I yelled.

"What? Does he have a death wish or something? You guys are M.U., and he's like this?" M.U. is short for Mutual Understanding. It was a term for more than friends but not in an official relationship. The big brother was furious. He ended our call, but I thought he did it by accident. No, I instantly hoped he was not booking a flight back here.

I thought intelligent people knew what control meant, but this one had yet to learn. He won a gazillion math and science competitions, but he forgot everything when it was about me. I called him, and thank goodness he answered.

"Kuya, let me handle this," I said grimly, even if I had no freaking clue what I should do to get even with Reed.

He had much to worry about, other things, and not me. I didn't want to bother him. The feeling was like a hell loop, but I didn't need my brother handling this world of a mess, her sister. Like in Korean dramas, the main character, if not always, said, "Fighting!" That means good luck, or you can do it.

"Let's change the subject!" I exclaimed, and my Kuya smiled at me. I couldn't speak for other siblings, but we were inseparable growing up. The age gap was never an issue.

"Okay, where are you transferring next school year?" curiosity fired up his eyes. I wonder how he would react when I told him.

"Wheeler," I said. And I was stifling my laugh because he might pass out when he heard what I said.

"Oh, Wheeler... what? Wheeler? Are you serious right now?" he panicked. I got you, big brother!

"Yes, why?" I couldn't control it anymore. The chuckle I was holding for a few seconds burst expressively and energetically. My brother couldn't hide his annoyance with what he heard.

"You are transferring to APU's rival school? Are you out of your mind?" I was not out of my mind. I wanted to ensure that there was the tiniest chance that I would run into Reed. I just had a headache mentioning his name in my head.

"Yes, Kuya! Good luck, APU. You just lost a gorgeous and talented student! They are going down! Down!" I even motioned a thumbs down in front of my phone camera. APU was a decent school. It was great as a student. But I couldn't let my insides hurt because I chose to stay. It didn't make sense.

"So bitter, huh? Did you eat coffee beans for breakfast?" We both burst into laughter. I stuck my tongue out toward my brother and looked at him like a ghost had taken over my body.

"Do you want to study here in Korea?" he asked again. I wanted to say yes instantly because I wanted to go. I wanted to go there, but I needed more time. I was busy with school. Even during summer breaks, I was doing things for extra credit.

"If and only if Wheeler will be worse than APU, I will be on the first flight to go there," I said with a mandatory smile. I was not ready to go.

I wanted to know what was in store for me at Wheeler University. I would never let my guard down this time around. I didn't want history to repeat itself. That would be insanity and foolishness.

"Do you even have an idea about vehicles? Especially cars?" He asked, and I shrugged.