Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

10. Could be better

"I could be better." I sigh while flashing Jacob a soft smile. "but I'm in good hands.." I glance at Timothée and Elle.

Elle is still holding onto me as I bare all my weight onto her.

Jacob bites the inner corner of his lip then looks down. He isn't buying my optimism towards this situation.Timothée rolls his eyes and lets out an exhale of frustration because of Jacobs presence.

"I know it won't mean much but I'm sorry Amelia- For everything you had to go through last night." Jacob says while still looking at the floor and slowly shakes his head to himself before continuing with a slight twinge of anger in his voice " It truly was truly a horrific site."

Timothée's body tenses and his eyes burn into the side of Jacobs face before sharply interjecting

"Who the fuck do you think you are? To walk INTO MY HOUSE? And give pity to my sister about a situation you could NEVER truly understand." Timothée says while getting closer to Jacob.

Jacobs demeanor is unscathed. "I don't pity her.I care about her." he casually lets out "and from what I saw down there, it seems pretty clear by the looks of it that your feelings for her are much more than brotherly."

I swallow loudly with the distress plastered on my face.

Timothée narrows his eyes at him "Yeah? Tell me what it looked like to you to you then?" he confronts him while scoffing, inching his face in extreme closeness to Jacob's.

Jacob towers over Timothée unbudgingly, "It looks like you're in love with your sister." he spits out.

Timothée flares his nostrils and clenches his jaw tightly.Elle looks over to who is me pale faced, as I tug on the bottom of my hair nervously and look away.

"Get out of my house you arrogant piece of shit."

Jacob nods slowly, backing away, before meeting my eyes.

"DON'T FUCKING LOOK AT HER!" Timothée shouts which causes me to flinch.

Jacob flashes Timothée another scolding look before storming out, slamming the door behind him. I watch the door shut in his face and Timothée turns his body to face Elle and I.
I can hear Jacobs car starting as he drives away. I look to Timothée with disappointment.

"What? Are you actually upset with me right now? That asshole has no right to stick his fucking nose in our lives." his face is slightly red.

I purse my lips grabbing onto Elles arm a little harder. "You are SUCH a dick!"

Timothée grits his teeth at my words. "Elle I need to go upstairs." I plead, she agrees with a nod and places her arms on my spine to support me up.

"Right! Your pissed because Jacobs your little fuck buddy right?" Timothée spews at me while I scurry up the stairs in complete awe of his jealously.

His possessiveness is so strong that it skews his logical thinking. How could he even think Jacob and I are "fuck buddies".
He gave me a ride once.Is he out of his fucking mind?

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH TIMOTHEE!" Elle yells down the stairs before closing my door harshly, causing a thud.

I start to walk to my bed and my legs ache with every step.

"Sorry Mia." she says genuinely in regard to her slamming my door.

"It's okay." I respond, lowering myself onto the bed and burying my back into the fluffy pillows.