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

CHAPTER 81 LUKE

Prom night. The pinnacle of teenage dreams. The night everyone looked forward to-the night everyone was supposed to remember for the rest of their lives.

"What a fucking waste of my time," I grumbled, hiding behind a goddamn pillar, bored out of my skull. At the same time, Tiffany hunted me like some over-enthusiastic predator to drag me onto the dance floor.

I took another swig from the flask, letting the whiskey burn its way down my throat, then tucked it away before someone saw it. I pulled at the tie to breathe better, and this fucking suit wasn't helping either.

Josh leaned against the pillar next to me, his shoulders slumped, looking as defeated as ever. Laura hadn't shown up, and Jess...well, I hadn't expected her to come. At least, that's what I told myself. But there was that tiny, nagging part of me that hoped she'd walk through those doors, look around, and find me.

Stupid.

"Fucking hell, this night sucks balls," Josh muttered, his words slightly slurred. He glanced over at me, his eyes bleary but determined, as if he'd reached some kind of epiphany. He grabbed my shoulder, his grip surprisingly strong, and turned me to face him. "You know, man-I don't want you to feel like

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this. If you love her, go get her. I sure as hell tried-failed-but at least I tried."

process his words. Love? Why the fuck was Josh talking about Love? Did he love

Do I love Jess?

idea. He said it like it was

something with Jess, all I will be doing in reality is setting off a ticking time bomb, waiting to

My voice was low. "I'm bad for her. Look at

me down, his

fall far from the tree. I'm destined to be

not him," Josh said again with more resolve. "You're better than that. Better than him. Jess...she deserves someone who's gonna fight for her. Someone

"Okay, no more whisky for you. You sound like a teenage girl, Love conquers

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to repeat my father's mistakes. But the fear was always there, lurking in the back of my mind, whispering that I wasn't good enough for her. That I'd only end up hurting her. "I can't," I said again, but the words felt

and taking another swig from the flask. "You can lie to yourself all you want, but don't

swaying under the dim lights, lost in their own little worlds. Tiffany was somewhere

warmed when I ... Those tiny breaths that hitch in

open. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hall,

her eyes wide with fear. She was pushing through the crowd, her steps frantic,