Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

(Angel's

POV)

I stared at my phone screen, my thumb hanging over Travis's contact. His name glared back at me like a silent challenge, daring me to press the call button. My stomach twisted as a thousand scenarios ran through my mind. What would I even say?

Hi, Travis. Remember me? Your stepdaughter? Yeah, I just wanted to talk about Hendrix-oh, and by the way, we've been sleeping together for months. Thought you should know.

My breath hitched as the thought spiraled. I tossed the phone onto the bed like it burned me. God, what was wrong with me? This wasn't just about Hendrix anymore; it was about me. About the mess I'd made of everything.

I buried my face in my hands, groaning softly. Maybe Travis could talk to Hendrix, knock some sense into him. But would he even listen? And if he knew the truth... if he told my mom...

My heart raced at the thought. My mom wouldn't just kill me; she'd bury me alive and then revive me just to kill me again. She didn't raise me to fail. To embarrass her.

A soft knock at the door pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. "Yeah?" I called out, trying to hide the crack in my voice.

As soon as Hande stepped in, her ever-present energy dimmed to something softer. She looked at me, tilting her head slightly, and then closed the door behind her. "What's up with you?" she asked and plopped onto the edge of my bed. I shrugged, avoiding her gaze. "Nothing."

"Uh-huh." Hande leaned forward and narrowed her sharp eyes at me. "You've got that look. The 'I'm dying inside but pretending I'm not' look. What's going on?"

"It's Hendrix," I admitted after a long pause. Just saying his name felt like carrying a dumbbell. "He's... he's just so-"

"Distant?" she finished for me. "Cold? Annoying as hell?"

I nodded, and my throat tightened. "I've tried everything, Hande. I've tried talking to him, giving him space, being patient... but it's like he hates me now."

Hande snorted. "Hendrix doesn't hate you."

the way he looks at me," my voice cracked. "It's like I've ruined

my shoulder. "Angel, listen to me. Hendrix doesn't hate you. If anything, I think it's the opposite. He loves

shook my head as tears began streaming down my face. "But he should want me to be happy, right? Isn't that what you do

pulled me into a warm and comforting hug. "Love makes people stupid, Angel. And Hendrix? He's the king

through the

find a way to talk to him. To

throat growing. I didn't know how to fix this, but I knew Hande

•

(Eddie's POV)

hands were stuffed into my pockets, and my heart was pounding like I'd just run a marathon. This was stupid. Why was I so

of my neck, trying to psych myself up. "Okay, Eddie," I muttered to myself.

in a messy bun, and she had a notebook tucked under

my throat. "I was just...

You

nervously. "Not a murder, but... yeah, I do have something to

and her lips twitched into a smirk. "Oh, this should be good. Lay

took a deep breath; my palms were so sweaty. "Okay, so... I

replaced by

I know I'm probably the last

with an unreadable expression.

then she burst out laughing.

half-offended, half-panicked.

said between giggles. "It's just... you're so dramatic, Eddie. Like, you're confessing your love in a soap opera

pouting. "Well, excuse

But you're also sweet. And funny. And... yeah, I like you

punched my shoulder lightly. "Don't make me

face, and before I could stop myself, I pulled her into a hug. She let out a surprised

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