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."

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

Do I love Jess?

idea. He

doing in reality is setting off a ticking time

I can't, man." My voice was low. "I'm bad

down, his eyes sharp despite the alcohol. "You

doesn't fall far from the tree. I'm

"You're better than that. Better than him. Jess...she deserves someone who's gonna fight for her. Someone who won't give up before the fight's

soft, love-wins, happy-ending type of guy? I took the flask away from him, "Okay, no more whisky for you. You sound like a teenage girl, Love conquers all bullshit." I joked, trying to

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fear was always there, lurking in the back of my mind, whispering that I wasn't good enough for

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

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

... Those tiny breaths that

to the ballroom burst open. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hall, cutting through the noise of the crowd. Josh and I both leaned out from behind the pillar, trying

of sequined dresses and sharp suits, I caught sight of Sam. Her face was twisted in panic, her eyes wide