The Good Girl's Bad Boys [Book Two of TGGBB Series] (Ongoing)

Chapter Eight: So What Did I Miss in School?

Our drinks were cold by now, but we were so deep in discussion that neither of us cared to notice.

"I can't possibly finish this story at this point," Brennan said. "Bennett would rather die than let anyone know this."

"And this is where I'm at the crossroads," I told her. "Either I have you continue your story so I have something to blackmail with Bennett, which makes me worry how much Jordan has rubbed off on me. Or, I make you stop before Bennett unfriends me ten times over."

"Oh the possibilities," Brennan cried out dramatically, before being a quiet for a moment. "You do know I'm teasing Jordan since Bennett gave me permission to, right?"

"Permission?"

She gave a one-shoulder shrug. "He told me to watch out for the blonde one. He tries to be funny, so give him a reason to stop laughing."

I tried to hold back from laughing too hard. "Jordan is going to throw Bennett off the building once he learns about this."

I stopped when I saw Brennan staring at her drink. She took a sip and doubled take.

"This type of tea isn't good cold," she said with a grimace.

I took a sip and agreed with her.

"Don't you think they're an odd group?" Brennan asked me.

"The guys?" I asked for clarification, trying the cold tea again. The second sip didn't taste any better.

"Have you never thought about how they all became friends?"

From that, I actually thought about it. "I always thought Declan and Bennett lost some kind of bet to Jordan." I chuckled at that but saw Brennan wore a thin smile. I realized she was being serious about this.

"Bennett didn't trust anyone except me and Bentley, then just me. He knew the rules of the game. Anyone who wanted to be his friend really just wanted to be friends with his influence, connections."

I was quiet.

"Something happened to Bennett in his junior year."

"What happened?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "I don't know. He never told me. All I know is that at the end, he told me he was going to move out of the main house."

"I knew he needed my help," Brennan told me. "So I did all that I could. I gave him his own apartment, paying the rent and giving him a monthly allowance."

"And you shouldered all of his expenses by yourself?"

Brennan sat back in her seat. "Yes, until our father learned about our alliance after a couple of months. He didn't want to burden me for my little brother's 'rebellious phase'-" she said with quotation marks "-and gave me a credit card for Bennett to use. Bennett already figured it was from our father and probably abused it. But both of us know it's going to backfire someday."

"Why let him?"

"Bennett might as well use it while he still can," she told me. "My father probably thinks he'll tire him out sooner or later, however that will work."

I didn't know what to else to say except the obvious. "That is so complicated, too complicated," I said.

"Oh, trust me. I know," Brennan said. "What still irks me is that Bennett still won't tell me what caused him to want to move out. Of course, he probably got into a fight with our father. But... It's not like that's rare."

She looked at me. "Something must've pushed him over the edge."

My mouth felt dry, and I knew the cold tea wouldn't be much help.