Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 84

(Thomas's POV)

The common room was quieter than usual that afternoon; the low hum of conversations and occasional laughter from a distant corner did well to distract me to a certain degree. Angel sat beside me on the couch. Her legs were tucked beneath her, and her head rested lightly on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her hair absentmindedly as my thoughts ran on.

"I feel like he hates me," I muttered, breaking the silence.

Angel looked up. Her eyes were soft but questioning. "Who? Hendrix?"

I nodded and sighed. "He doesn't even try to hide it anymore. The way he looks at us... it's like he wants to tear me apart."

She sat up slightly and placed a hand on my chest. "He's... he's just going through a lot right now. It's not about you."

I scoffed and shook my head. "Angel, come on. We both know it is. I mean, you two were so close, and now "

"And now what?" she interrupted firmly. "We're not together, Thomas. We were never-"

"You were something," I said softly, cutting her off. "You can't tell me he didn't feel something for you. And honestly, I don't know how much longer I can handle this... this tension."

She looked away, and her hand dropped to her lap. "I didn't ask for any of this, Thomas. I didn't ask for you to feel like this or for him to act this way. I just... I just want things to be okay."

I reached out and tilted her chin back toward me. "I'm not blaming you, Angel. I just... I don't want to lose you. That's all."

•

Her lips curved into a faint smile, and she leaned in to press a soft kiss to my cheek. "You won't. I promise."

Later that night, back in the dorm, the atmosphere was anything but comforting. Eddie and Bundah were lying on the floor, a chessboard between them. Eddie was losing spectacularly. His frustration was clear in the way he groaned and slapped his forehead every time Bundah made a move.

game?" Eddie grumbled as he pushed a pawn

glutton for punishment," Bundah replied with a smirk, moving his queen into

again and flopped onto his back. "I hate

very busy and focused on something, though none of us dared to ask him what. He barely looked at any of us; his jaw was set

attention to me. "You ever think about, I don't know, sorting things out with Hendrix? You two used to

"Plus, it's not my fault he's

raised an eyebrow.

and glanced at Eddie, who was now sitting up and watching us curiously. "I think we

stepsiblings-in-love thing and you coming into the picture to steal her

up, and I

"Hey, I'm just saying. If you really wanted Angel to be

clenched, but before I could say anything, Bundah cut in. "Eddie, shut

us. "What? Did I say

said firmly. "A

to me, looking thoughtful. "Look, I get it. You're with Angel now, and you

snapped. "He had no right to feel

get that. But... if two people care about each other, does

stared at him, my jaw tightening. "It matters when

me he wasn't convinced. I turned away. My mind was racing. Maybe he was right. Maybe love was complicated. But that didn't

...

(Hendrix's POV)

in on me. Everywhere I turned, I saw them-Angel and Thomas. Laughing, talking, touching. It was like the universe was mocking me,

as much as I could. Meals, common room hangouts, even the occasional late-night walks to clear my head I skipped them all. It was easier that way. Easier to pretend like I didn't care, like it didn't bother me. But it did. It bothered me more

If anything, they were making things worse. The man seemed to take a sick pleasure in watching me squirm, in pushing

last session with those cold and weird blue eyes of his. "Are you sure you're following