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“I’m not stalking him,” she spits out roughly. “Stanley, just answer the damn question, so that I can leave and we’ll both be happy.”
“You haven’t answered mine,” I remind her.
Bree groans with defeat.
“Fine,” she grants. “Maybe, and I make emphasis on that, a friend sent him an embarrassing message by mistake, and I want to know how much do I—…Shehas for him not to notice it or to find a way to cancel it. Wait, is that possible? Can you cancel a message after you sent it? Because that would be great. No, more than great. It would be perfect. A blessing from God. Do you know that miracle where he turned water into wine? That has been quiet since someone mentioned the miracle of canceling a sent message.”
I’m perplexed with the number of words that she pronounced nonstop. Bree just kept throwing all kinds of sentences without thinking that it only makes her look guiltier.
The side of me that wants to be petty has the impulse to ask Carter for a screenshot of the message, but at the same time, I can understand where her embarrassment comes from. Honestly, if I were in her place, I would be planning my death, but this isn’t my problem. I had nothing to do with that, and I don’t owe her anything.
“That was a huge monologue, Bree.”
“Yeah, whatever. Now it’s your turn. How much time doesmy friendhave?” Her emphasis only cuts my smile wider.
“She doesn’t. He probably saw it,” I reply with a shrug.
Panic covers her expression as her body freezes. Her eyes are wide open, and her chest rises and falls. She looks like she’s living her worst nightmare, and there’s nothing that she can do to escape from it.
“How could you know that?” The question comes out in a squeak.
“He always reads the previews but never replies.”
Bree barks out a nervous laugh.
“He what?”
I press my lips together as I do my best to remain serious. It’s not that I’m lying to her because Carter rarely answers messages or enters the conversations. Ryder taught him that trick when he complained about girls asking him why he left them on read.
“Yeah, he gets tired of girls asking why he reads the messages but doesn’t reply, so he reads the previews.” Bree’s eyes water, and I’m afraid that she’s going to burst out crying. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t because I can’t handle when girl’s cry. I’ll end up doing anything she asks me—sympathy pools in my stomach. I’ve seen many girls fall for the Carter effect, but I didn’t think she would be one of them. She’s too tough for that, but looks are deceiving. “Look, if you wrote something and he saw it, the chances are that he won’t remember it by tomorrow.”
My words are honest, and I genuinely mean them. Carter is too much of a dick even to remember who texts him. Fuck, the asshole doesn’t even remember to reply to my messages sometimes, and welivetogether. I’m confident that a message from her isn’t going to make a big difference. Only because she finds it embarrassing doesn’t mean that he’s going to do something about it. He’ll forget about it soon enough.
Bree moans.
“That doesn’t help me sleep at night.”
Well, I did my daily act of kindness.
“Too bad, buddy. If you excuse me, I have to go back to study,” I announce and turn around to close the door.
Bree’s hand wraps around my arm, stopping me before I’m able to get away. I arch a brow in her direction.
“I can help you with chemistry if you do me a favor.”
I don’t hold it. The laugh runs free and loud before I can even process it.
“Thanks, but I learned my lesson,” I let her know, shaking my head. “Remember? It happened this week. You even got a grade lower than mine.”
The bitter taste from the grade is still present in my mouth. It’s a memory that it’s not going to be replaced anytime soon.
“That offends me, but I’ll take it because I’m desperate,” she comments, going back to her usual careless tone. “The person that helps me with the class is a chemistry genius. She’s my cousin. I can get her to do your assignments… for free.”
Fuck me.
The word “free” is more than tempting. My body itches with the need to agree to her terms because I need to pass the class. Bree’s offer is on a silver platter, ready to be served.
“What’s the catch?” I ask cautiously because I can sense there’s something that I won’t like about this.
