In Love With My Best Friend's Brother Book:1 By SCM75

CHARACTER 13

The Signs

Were There

It was several hours later when my cell phone rang. As I lay on my bed in the shattered pieces, I slowly reached for it. It was Copter.

Two hours too late, Copter.

I didn't answer it. A minute later, my phone beeped with a text.

Sorry I left you there, my love. I'm in the middle of something rather important and I don't want you to be involved. I'll be in touch.

He would "be in touch." It's What actors are told by unimpressed directors after a bad audition. My heart sank. Tee was right. He used me.

P.S. I told my mother your briefs must have fallen out from the laundry basket. Not sure that she bought it.😉

It was a punch to the gut-making light to the worst day of my life. Needless to say, I didn't text back. I hunkered down in the bed from the rest of the day and weekly fought off the wave of self-pity trying to smother me.

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The next morning, I took a long shower and imagine that the hot water held the power to wash away every trace of Copter and the shame I felt having foolish giving him my body and my heart. For a brief moment last night, I thought I finally belonged to someone.

How could I be so stupid?

So trusting?

I wouldn't cry over him anymore, or anyone else. I bit my lower lip hard in an effort to stem the threatening tears. The pain I felt strangely good, I reminder I was still alive. I could move on. I could put this behind me.

I was Bass. I wouldn't be down for long.

When when I stepped out, I seemed to have grown some courage and perspective, so I put my best poker face, take a deep breath, and join the family for breakfast downstairs.

Mr. Kerdthongtavee and Nathalia were the only people around the table and they were uncomfortably solemn. I sat down next to Nathalia and ask her past the eggs.

As she did, she leaned into my ear and whispered. "It's World War three around here, Bas. I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is is big. I recommend you keep your head down."

I scooped some egg onto my plate and try to act normal. I guess she didn't yet know that I was the cause of the tension. Poor, naive Nathalia. I wanted to trade places with her.