♦ The Rules of a Gentleman ♦

The Rules of a Gentleman: Chapter Seven

The Rules of a Gentleman

Seven

Oliver readied himself as Alexander’s turned into a shade of red. He was furious, angry, and wasn’t in the mood to deal with this. But, Oliver wouldn’t blame him, he, too, would be frustrated if his younger sister—not that he had any siblings—would take a break in the middle of a year.

“The hell, Bree, what the fuck were you thinking?” Alexander all but yelled. He could have thrown something at her if she wasn’t already squirming and flinching from Alexander’s voice. “Do you actually think that I'm going to let this happen?”

“But, Alex, you don’t get it,” she whispered.

Oliver bit his lip and turned his head away. Bree was right, though. Alexander didn’t understand the reason why Bree was here. More so because she didn’t exactly tell him the truth, but even if she did, Alexander wasn’t the one who would mix his personal life with his career (most of the times), and he expected Bree to follow his example. Oliver took in a deep breath, he didn’t need to get involve with this; it wasn’t his fight.

Alexander raked his fingers though his hair, and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Oliver knew that he was on his last thread of patience. “Jesus, tell me why you're here,” he said, barely in a whisper, trying to restrain his voice from yelling at her.

Bree’s gaze travelled down on the floor. “I already told you,” she lied, playing with the strands of her hair. “I just can’t sit through another lecture—I'm not getting any of the lessons.”

Alexander scoffed, crossing his arms against his chest. “I'm not stupid,” he said, leaning against the wall, his eyes watching her suspiciously. “I need to know why. Just tell me the truth, I know you're not stupid—you have my genes.”

“I already told you—”

Alexander's phone rang. He held his hand up, stopping Bree from explaining her lie as he took it out. He blinked a couple of times and Oliver knew who was calling. “I need to get this,” he muttered, “I’ll be back. In the meantime, Oliver, try to get it out of her.” With that, Alexander rushed out of the living room, disappearing in the hall to one of the guestrooms.

Once he was sure that Alexander wouldn’t be able to overhear their conversation, he turned to Bree. “Really, Bree? Really?” he said, glaring at her.

She sank down on her chair. “Well, I can’t tell him that! He’d send me back for sure! He’d be all, suck it up, it’s just a guy!” she stated, her voice getting louder every other word. Oliver could almost feel the hurt in her voice. He felt sorry for Bree; sorry enough to even help her get away from the guy. “Alexander doesn’t know how it feels, okay? He won’t understand!”

He sighed. Alexander was already against the fact that Bree was here, it wasn’t as though he would actually want her to stay and not attend her classes. However, if she told him the truth, it would either change his mind or not change it. It was worth a try. Alexander was kind hearted deep inside, under his shallowness and superficiality. Oliver was sure that he loved his sister dearly; he just needed to see that this might be good for her. “You should tell him the truth,” Oliver suggested.

Bree’s eyes widened as fear was written all over her face. “No!” she whispered in horror.

He pursed his lips for two reasons. One was that Bree was just as arrogant and stubborn as her brother. And the other was that he couldn’t help but notice how her face always looked adorable, no matter what expression she wore. She looked at him as though she was begging him not to say a word to Alexander about the break up. “What if I convince him to let you stay, will you tell him?” he asked, hoping that it would lighten up her mood a bit.