Jessica Thompson as That Girl

XXIII. The Main Character

It wasn't particularly hot that day or cold. It was kind of nice.

The type of day where it's perfect to go out for a run or walk your dog.

The type of day where it's good to have a picnic underneath the ever-changing colorful trees.

Not the type of day where you're stuck inside the car with your brother for another ten minutes.

It is not the type of day you asked your brother if he has a thing for your best friend while being stuck in a car with him.

Steadily, my eyes glazed over when he didn't respond. "Hey," I said. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

He passes three yellow lights in a row. It almost seems as though he's trying to get home as fast as possible to avoid my question.

"Don't tell me," I said. The music in the background seemingly fades. "You like Krista?"

Brody's hands firmly squeeze against the wheel before he stops at a red light. There's a lot of lights on the way back to our house. He laughs, "Come on. I like Krista? You can't be serious."

You would think it's time to laugh. Burst out laughing and thigh-slapping at his response. But I didn't. Instead, I continued to stare at him in silence. Why? It's because he's dodging the question. All I needed was a firm yes or no. Instead, he ran in circles.

In the past, I've never asked Brody if he likes Krista. He dodges her advances as if avoiding a bullet, so everyone assumed he didn't like her. If he did, he could've hooked up with her instead of getting different girlfriends.

It was only logical to believe he only sees her as his little sister's childhood friend or a little sister herself.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

But, with Jax's words, my curiosity got the best of me, and I took a sneak peek of what's inside Pandora Box.

How could I not see it?

The answer is obvious.

It's because I choose not to see it.

Not to acknowledge Brody's feelings for my best friend.

Why?

Because she's my best friend.

Brody already has everything. Looks, brains, body, and talent. No matter what my parents say or do, I know they favor him more. I mean, who wouldn't prefer a child that makes them look so good? It's only logical. Although sometimes, I do feel sour, I don't hate them for that. If I have a child, like Brody, I favored him too.

But, now, you're telling me; he has a thing for my best friend?

You gotta be kidding me!

Outside I may seem calm and collected, but inside, I was raging a tornado.

When we got home, Brody unclicked his seatbelt and got out of the car like it's on fire. After several steps, he knocks against the glass door, "Coming?"

I unclicked my seatbelt and got out of the car. The whole day was quite the blurred from watching tv to eating dinner to washing the dishes. I noticed that Brody would continuously glance at me, but I didn't acknowledge it. If I weren't such a quiet person initially, this would've seemed suspicious.

Should I tell Krista that Brody likes her?

Should I tell Brody that I know he likes her?

Should I just keep it a secret from both of them?