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."

see the way he looks at me,"

doesn't hate you. If anything, I think it's the opposite. He loves you so much that seeing you with

my head as tears began streaming down my face. "But he should want

people stupid, Angel. And Hendrix? He's the king of

through the tears. "What

to

didn't know how to fix this, but I knew Hande was right. I had to

•

(Eddie's POV)

my pockets, and my heart was pounding like I'd just run a marathon. This was stupid. Why was I so nervous? It

trying to psych myself up. "Okay, Eddie," I muttered to myself. "You're not

hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she had a notebook tucked under her arm. She spotted

I said and cleared my

up? You look like you're about to confess to a murder

murder, but... yeah, I

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

took a deep breath; my palms were so sweaty.

replaced

the words faster now. "Like, a lot. And I know I'm probably the last guy you'd ever think about

me with an unreadable expression. My

she burst out laughing. Full-on, belly-aching

I asked, half-offended, half-panicked.

giggles. "It's just... you're so dramatic, Eddie. Like, you're

pouting. "Well,

and she stepped closer. Her expression turned serious. "Eddie, you're an idiot. But you're also

my shoulder lightly. "Don't make me

stop myself, I pulled her into a hug. She

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