Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

CHAPTER 41 JESS

Lying on my bed, I scrolled aimlessly through my feed, trying to distract myself from the turmoil inside me. The morning had been a whirlwind, and I was still reeling

from the confrontation with Luke. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, making it impossible to focus on anything for more than a few seconds.

Suddenly, a message popped up on my screen, causing my heart to skip a beat.

Luke: Jess. We need to talk.

I stared at the message, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. The last thing I wanted was to talk to him, especially after everything that had happened. I locked my phone and threw it beside me on the bed, taking a deep breath to calm myself. But my phone pinged again, making my heart race.

Luke: Jessica. Just answer the phone.

Anger surged through me, fueled by the frustration and hurt that had been building all morning. I grabbed my phone and typed back furiously.

Me: NO

I sent the message, hoping it would be enough to deter him. But within seconds, his name flashed across the screen. He was calling me.

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I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the "Decline" button. But something inside me-maybe curiosity, maybe the need for closure-made me swipe to answer.

"What do you want, Luke?" I snapped, not bothering to hide my anger.

he said, his voice softer than I expected, filled

say to you," I

hear me out," he pleaded. "I need

what?" I spat back. "How you pretended to care about me, only to treat me like some

you know it," he said, frustration creeping into his voice. "Just, let's

deep breath. Part of me wanted to hang up, to block him out of my life completely. But another part of me needed to hear what he

of the morning's events pressing

11:30- you know

where. The tree house.

back a

Me: FINE

table like a normal family who did this all the time. But the truth was far from it. My parents were rarely home, and Josh and I had learned to take care of ourselves. "So, Jess. How's senior year? Do you know what you want to do next year?" my dad asked, breaking

hard. "Yeah. I

in. "I got a few offers, and so did Luke," he beamed, and my dad

tablet. "Hun," she said, pulling my dad's attention. "We need to

to be true. I dropped my pizza and pushed my chair back, the whole table

bother coming back at all," I mumbled, storming off to my room. I knew it was childish, but I needed my parents. I needed my mother.

the door behind me and threw myself onto my bed, tears streaming down my face. The hurt and anger

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again, and I glared at

see

but something inside me pushed me to get up and face him. I glanced at the clock. 21:00. I had

breath, I stood up and went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I looked at my reflection, seeing the sadness and hurt in my eyes. As good

saying anything to Josh now that they were... whatever they were. Maybe Sam, but I