How To Make Him Jealous

Chapter 3

Faith

''So... My brothers an asshole ?"

"Speak for yourself", I muttered

"You should be grateful that I even picked you up ! That tramp looked like great fun ! You wanna go back ?" He snapped

True fact. Chris is an asshole.... or a dick.... or both. Guess what ? So's his twin brother.

Joy to text, pain in your ass crack when your with him.

"Better than here" I whispered, barely audible. He just sighed and continued to hum along to an unknown song. He's nice enough, you can bare to be with him, but he's living proof men can have periods.

He pulls up to his 'bachelor pad'. I'm on the brink of sleep, of course being the dick Chris is, he impatiently pokes me. As my eyes adjust to the darkness I can make out Dylan's bright green Ford Focus.

The other brother must be here.

I step out of the car looking up at the house. It's pretty much a glass box with walls, it's rather beautiful, even in the dark. Chris stands there admiring my awe, looking very smug.

"Come on let's go, its freezing", he said leading me by my shoulders. This is the texting Chris I love.

He led me to the house, not letting go of me until he buried his hands into his pockets to find what I presumed was a key.

"Feck ", he muttered under his breath. He fumbled around in the darkness letting out bursts of curses. I hid my laughter as he continued to try to defeat the door.

I laughed ?

"Do you want to do it ?" He snapped. I sighed at his sudden mood change. I ripped the key from his hand and opened the door in one swift movement. He muttered something under his breath before he stumbled inside.

"Right, Liam's room or the sofa ?" He whispered. Liam's room was out of the picture so my eyes fell to his sofa, which was littered with pizza boxes and popcorn kernels. He sighed, following my eyes. "Or I have a double bed", he mumbled, taking me by the hand.

I examined his room. It was big, with a big window, a big bed, a big bookcase, a big sofa, a big TV. It was a long list of very expensive stuff, all organised perfectly to make his room look rather beautiful.

Chris shoved past me, beginning to rip his shirt off. I realised I had no clothes but the ones I was wearing. I laughed at my own stupidity. I was so naive to think that I could just borrow some of Liam's. I collapsed onto Chris's bed burying my head into his pillow ( or the one he doesn't use, it could be either ). It instantly turned damp as I cried over my own pathetic self.

"You can't do this to yourself, it's not your fault." Chris whispered to me, in the dark.

"I know it's not." I lied

"No really, it's not,'' He retorted

"I know" I said impatiently.

"You shouldn't cry Faith, he should be crying because it's his loss, not yours. I hate him. My own brother and I despise him. Hurt him back Faith, don't let him break you, break him."

In that moment it clicked, my whole brain just flipped the switch. He was right. It wasn't my fault, it was Liam's. His selfish bastard ways won me over and he did this. I got nothing back but I gave him everything. What the hell did he deserve?

"You're Right,'' I said turning over to face him. I wasn't exactly prepared for what happened next, it made my heart skip a beat and my breathe catch in my throat. Chris had turned on the bed side lamp to reveal his face. His blonde hair was messy , the golden brown roots shining. His huge blue eyes stared at me, he made me feel ugly, really, really ugly. I was glad the rest of his body was covered because judging by his clothes on the floor, he was only wearing his boxers. I felt my whole body tingle and face turn red. I never realised how pretty Chris actually was. I was so in love with Liam I never even considered giving his twin a second glance.

"Stop staring, I know I look good." Chris  joked, even though it was true. "Night" he muttered, snuggling down into his duvet. "Night " I mumbled back.

Yesterday I never would have thought I would be laying in my ex-boyfriends brothers bed, who was pretty much naked, discussing how awful my ex-boyfriend actually was. Knowing that he was probably banging some whore, about 15 minutes away from where I am.

•••••••

I woke the next morning with a headache and the comforts of my dreamless sleep. I groaned turning over, attempting to go back to sleep.

"Nice sleep?'' Someone called from across the room. "Shit" I sat up looking around, spotting Chris , who is thankfully clothed. The past day comes flooding into my brain. "No, no,no ." I covered myself in the duvet burying, myself into the bed.

"Out ! " he groaned, " I need to make the bed." He grabbed the corner of the duvet . In one swift movement he'd flipped me out of the bed and was holding the duvet in triumph.

"Breakfast?'' He called, walking down the stairs still holding the duvet. He chuckles as he disappears downstairs.

I realised how much my heart was aching for Liam that morning, the way I missed his eyes and smile. His natural smell and the way I could slip on his shirt. I missed him. He's made a mistake ? So what ? Everyone does. And I want him back. He looked like he was having some fun with the whore so I'll make him jealous. He'll want me back then -- won't he ?