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14 ☆Brothers☆

Everyone sat around the table as Garrett's mother served dinner. I Sat beside Garrett, across from George. And facing each other were Mr. and Mrs. Matthews. I did not dare to look up from my plate, since I could feel George's penetrating gaze.

But I did turn my gaze to my right, I could see Garrett, More furious than usual, violently stabbing his food with the utensils. This is not good...

"So, Brinley how long have you and Garrett known each other?" After a really awkward silence, Garrett's mother finally spoke up. I turned to look towards her, avoiding George's and Garrett's stares.

"We actually met at the school's ball." I replied, quickly turning back to my food, then the silence overflowed the room once again, flooding it with awkwardness.

No one spoke again for the rest of the dinner until everyone was finished with their plate.

"Garrett why don't you put on a movie so we can watch, you don't mind staying a bit longer, right dear?" Mrs. Matthews gave me a hopeful smile, I still can't say no to that. I was about to answer, but I was cut off by no other than Garrett.

"Actually mom, Brinley has to go, right Brinley?" He turned towards me, his expression wasn't mad, it was almost like he was pleading me to leave. I sighed, understanding he didn't want me here.

"Yes Mrs. Matthews, I almost forgot my dad was planning to have a family night today, so I better get going. Thanks for everything." I gave her a smile, waving goodbye to everyone.

"Aren't you taking her home Garrett?" His mother frowned, making me chuckle a little, but it slowly faded away as I saw his revealing expression. He did not want to.

"I can drop her off." A voice spoke from behind, it was George. My palms got sweaty thinking about any possibility of me having to be alone with George, after having seen him almost naked.

"No you're not, Let's go Brinley." I felt Garrett's hand pull me in a strong grip towards the door, we walked out, with Garrett finally letting go of me. He walked to I guess his car, getting into it. Then I opened the door for the passenger's seat and got In.

He drove quietly for a few minutes, it was killing me, I looked at him several times, but his expression seemed not mad, but concerned, or maybe troubled. I have no idea.

"I'm sorry, Garrett. I shouldn't have come." My apology was sincere, I didn't know any of this would happen. I didn't even know he was going home in the first place.

I waited for an answer, but received none, I sighed, then silence filled the vehicle once again till we reached my house. I instantly walked out of the car, I can't deal with this anymore.

I walked towards the door, seeing Garrett was coming behind me. I waited a few moments before I got in to see if he had anything to say, but all he did was stare at me. I hate it when he does that. I have no idea what in the world could he be thinking about.

With a sigh, I mumbled a goodbye, turning towards the door. Right when I wss about to go in, I felt a soft pull on my arm, my eyes widened, making me quickly turn to see Garrett.

His gaze was deeper now, it looked like so many words just wanted to be poured out of his mouth, but none did. He kept staring, like he always did. Any second he would open his mouth, he would close it again, as if he was afraid of what might come out.

"Have a good night." Without waiting for any response, he turned away, walking back to the vehicle. Leaving me standing, confused.

I just watched the car slowly fade away until it wasn't visible anymore. But for some reason, I wasn't moving. It was like my feet were stuck to the ground.

Then I thought about George's words. Does he actually like me? How could that be possible? He didn't even know I existed till that party. Why was Garrett acting so weird? Should I look for him tomorrow? Maybe I should wait a bit before going back to him. I don't want to bother him...

What could George have seen in me? I don't have an extraordinary physique, it must've
Been a joke, maybe to provoke his brother.

Yeah, that's what it was, I shouldn't think about it too much.

The real question is.

Do I still like George?