What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Forty Three || Cowards, I Tell You

Vena's Point of View

Oh, no.

Grant's brother? The night of Grant's most latest party, one of his brother's came up to me and asked me about Grant and Clair's break-up. Either he didn't give me his name, or I'm really just having a hard time remembering. Although, I think that I would remember the name of someone who caused such heartache to one of my friends. That I would remember.

"Who?" James questions him. James's question brings me out my thoughts and my attention is closely trained on what Grant's answer might be.

Of course, it's not like I know any of Grant's brothers. That's clear if I can't put a name to the face that was in that kitchen. This room this is full of boys, all turn their attention to Grant for a response. Through all this, I had forgotten that Grayson and Ryder are also here. I guess my attention was solely on Grant's problem.

Grant sighs and leans back into the couch. "Jason."

Confusion takes over James's face. "Doesn't he have a girlfriend?"

Grant looks at him like as if his question is the most absurd thing he's ever said. "When has that ever stopped him before? Obviously, he doesn't give a fuck who he sleeps with, even if it's his brother's own girlfriend."

I feel absolutely horrible for Grant. Nobody should ever have to go through what he is right now. This, by no means, is fair.

After that neither James and I say anything. There isn't anything to say other than sorry. I mean, it's obviously not either of our faults here, but what else is there to say to make a person feel better over something like this? That's just it, there isn't and won't ever be. Maybe, I'm no good at comforting people and what I'm saying sounds absolutely ridiculous.

Unsurprisingly, once Grant gets some alcohol in his system, he's much less quiet about the whole ordeal.

"You know what? Fuck her, fuck him, I'm fucking over them both," he slurs as he leans forward and opens another bottle.

I smile at him. In this moment, it seems simple enough to just say that you're done with the people that have wronged you, but when it comes to family, it's not always that easy. Especially if they live in the same house as you.

I'm curious if his brother told him or if it was Clair. I mean, really, it depends who's more of a coward. The only way they could've gotten together was when Clair was in New York and that was ages ago. They had to be holding onto this information for a while now and just now it's coming out? Cowards, I tell you.

Grant groans and leans back on the couch. "What the fuck am I going to tell my family?" He sighs and looks at me. "Perhaps I should just tell them that my brother is a whore, but that wouldn't be the first time they'd be hearing that. I should've known he'd do this to me. He's done is to Trendon too, should've known he'd do it to me too."

On James's face is a small frown. "It's her fault too, y'know."

"I know that and I'm as mad at her as I am at him, but she's not my family. She's someone I fell in love with, not my brother," he runs both of his hands through his hair. "You're not supposed to do this your family."

James nods at Grant's reply. His reaction is completely justified. He should be angry, in every way, he should be. I can't imagine ever feeling hurt like this. I mean of course, I've been cheated on, but it's not like one of my brother's slept with Zeke. It was just a friend, a friend that I knew I'd drop after high school anyways.

As Grant holds the bottle in his arms, I already know that he's crashing here tonight and I doubt he's going to classes tomorrow either.

Somehow, during this whole exchange, Grayson and Ryder managed to keep quiet. I mean, they've probably heard the story before. With their drinks in their hands, they listen closely as Grant bitches about his brother and Clair.