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“Not as much as I’d like, but I guess it’s normal. A lot of us are in the same boat,” I answer vaguely. I need to change the subject or stray the conversation away from me before I end up spilling my guts to the wrong person. “What about you?”
“I do see mine often. They don’t live that far from the city, so I visit them frequently and vice versa.” My eyebrows rise with amusement at the fact that she opened up about her family so easily. “I don’t see my brother that often now, though.”
A crease cuts my forehead. “No? Does he live far?”
She wrinkles her nose.
“Not really, but he trains a lot and his practices are demanding.” My confusion must be showing because she clears her throat. “He’s an MLB player.”
“Wow, that’s…” I’m speechless, unable to find the correct words to properly react to that.
“I know. It’s huge.”
She lowers her gaze, fixating it on her hands. A smile makes her whole face light up. I can see that she’s proud of her brother. I can’t imagine what having a sibling must be like, since I don’t have any, but it must be an incredible thing considering her behavior. I appreciate the way she feels about him; being happy for someone else.
“I’m glad that your brother is living his dream,” I sincerely tell her.
Even when she still has her eyes focused on her hands, I can notice that a pink shade covers her face.
“Thanks.”
Her phone rings, interrupting us, and the cracked screen lightens up with an incoming call. The name “Lu” shines on the screen over a photo of a redhead girl.
Bree coughs, our conversation fading away.
“I told you it wouldn’t be long. We need to get to work now.”
For a minute, I completely forgot that I’m here to complete chemistry homework, and not to make a connection with Bree. During the time we spoke, I didn’t mind being friendly with her.
Chapter Eleven
After meeting with Bree for an entire week, I find myself waiting for our study sessions at the library. Always at the library. We separate a private study room and spend the next hour having small conversations. Polite and lighter conversations that leave me wondering why we haven't gotten along since the beginning. Not that we’re buddies, but I’m starting to get to know her better.
Bree is a person that likes things to go her way. She has a strong personality and is a natural leader. Even though she doesn’t realize it, she’s always the one to lead our sessions. I let her because I’ve been trying my best to erase my imprudent mistake of asking to copy from her. Now that she’s finally starting to see through her assumptions about me, I can see us becoming friends.
We might be like day and night, but there’s a connection forming between us; a bond is getting healthier as we spend time together, and I don’t want to ruin that.
Bree: I’m not going to be able to meet you at the library today.
Disappointment flows through my veins as I read the text glowing on my screen. At the same time, a hint of worry installs in my system, mixing with the deception. She hasn’t canceled any of our sessions so far.
Me: Did something happen?
I look up from my phone to avoid getting stressed as I wait for her answer. My eyes spot Carter in front of my door, his expression serious cut with a deep frown.
“Dude, have you seen my phone?” he asks, and my entire body wants to give in to the panic; a shiver runs down my spine, the chill hitting my core.
I do my best to remain unbothered because Ryder has a plan, and it’s going to happen tomorrow. However, that doesn’t stop me from being terrified that Carter will find out the truth before we get the chance to pull this off. Yet, I’m surprised that it has taken him this long to figure out that his phone is missing. It’s been a week. He hasn’t noticed that I stole his phone aweek ago.
Is he really that detached?
With a shrug, I shake my head. My palms are sweating with his mere presence, but I refuse to show even the smallest hint of suspicion. I haven’t gotten this far just to die on the shore.
“How am I supposed to know where your phone is?” I inquire, arching a brow at him, waiting to see if he knows that something’s up.
Thankfully, he limits himself to roll his eyes; his jaw clenching visibly.
“Really helpful, Stan,” he grunts.
