Page 10 of My Brother's Best Friend

Vera: ??????

Vera: Hate you. Bye.

My phone buzzed again, but this time, Vera texted me in our private chat.

Vera: And a Hostess CupCake from Cumby’s, pls, pls, pls. <3 I will love you forever!

Me: Only if you tell me how it was with Blaise tonight. ??

Vera: …

Vera: Deal! Get me two.

Once I finally deposited the phone into my pocket—for good this time—I grasped the doorknob and flung the door open. I was on a mission to ignore anyone and everyone tonight because I did not want to see Alec getting handsy with Sandra again.

I would hurl … something at them probably.

Keeping my head down, I hurried down the stairs and pushed through the sweaty jocks. Because I was a damn masochist, I scanned the crowd for Alec and Sandra and growled when I couldn’t find them. That was what I got for fucking someone who wasn’t mine.

Stupid jealousy.

When I arrived at the door, I scanned the crowd once more. No sign of either of them.

Teeth gritting together, I stomped out of the house and through the grass to my car that I had parked on the street after the game because I had known that I wouldn’t be able to get down the driveway with everyone and their sisters at this party tonight.

Alec and Sandra were probably sleeping together in one of the spare rooms upstairs or fucking in the pool.

“Hey!” someone shouted from the front porch.

I twirled around, heart racing at thethoughtof it being Alec, but I found my brother instead. “What?”

“Where are you going?”

“To Vera’s.”

Holding a red Solo cup in his hand, he arched a brow. “To Vera’s?”

“Yes, to Vera’s house,” I repeated.

Ever since Spencer, Oliver had been acting like nothing but an overprotective parent to me. He always had to know where I was going, who was going to be there, and if I would be safe. And Oliver didn’t technically love that Vera lived in the slums.

“Oliver!” a girl shouted, stumbling onto the porch and grabbing his free hand. “Come on.”

“Text me when you get there,” he said to me, letting the girl tug him back inside.

After blowing out a breath, I continued to my car and slipped into the driver’s seat. I sat in silence for a few moments, then glanced out at the house, wishing that Alec would stumble out front to get some air, alone.

Hell, I knew that I’d needed air after what happened.

But the longer I waited, the more my hopes fell.

His car still sat in the driveway, and he was still inside, getting drunker by the second and probably letting Sandra suck him off in the bathroom or something. Maybe I should’ve done that? Not that I had ever really given a blow job before.

Spencer and I had … gone far, but we had never done that.

I would’ve probably fucked it up so much that Alec would’veknownthat it was me.

Maddie Weber and not stupid Sandra.

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