3 My Hot Brother

Jason flashes me a weird smile and taps on his thigh. His eyes are as green as the Savannah sweeps over me. Without another word he stood up and looked away.

Biting my lips once more, I crouched on the sofa with bent knees waiting for him to say something rather than looking like he prefers to die, he seems so uncomfortable for some reason.

Maybe I'm uneventful and he has better things to do.

Using my hands I push my hair backwards waiting for him to make out any word even a syllable. Nothing!

Just like that, I left banging the door behind me in anger.

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" He did not say anything at all? " Marine squealed over the phone. I almost drop my new phone, with a pending balance.

Marianne is my best friend and my only friend. Unfortunately, she is in Paris at the moment and we could only talk through phone calls and emails.

My heart sank as I recalled the look on his face. Apart from me wants to storm into his room and deserves an answer. Am I that awful looking? Why now?

" Sigh, girl you need to tell him about how you feel about him and act fast "

" Yes, love expert. You know my mom and stepdad would never accept our relationship it's in contrast to our family beliefs. And I... " I stopped talking when I noticed a silhouette by my door followed by soft footsteps. It most is my second older brother, sneaking a girl into his room again.

" Are you there, Quinn? "

I but my lips hard and muttered in a barely audible voice " I think I'm going to quit "

" What " Mari shouted over the phone, again practically fighting to kill my eardrums. " It's been only a week "

Yes only a week of torture, only a week of pain and more pain. Till the pain becomes as easy as breathing. Seeing him every day, wishing to be with him. Why does my love have to be Shakespeare?

" I don't care, I can always find another internship. I can't bare setting dates for him anymore " my voice breaks into a cry but I but my lower lips hard to prevent myself from crying.

After a long moment of silence, I heard a loud side from the other end of the phone, " Fine but... " she stutters.

" Quinn, confess your feelings, perhaps he feels the same " her voice is warm and gentle like she was speaking with a kid.

" Good night " Quinn sounds enthusiastic before ending the late-night phone call.

I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling, which has a painting of stars painted by my dad. It always makes me feel safe and like he is watching me.

A voice says "Rubber duck, what the heck just tell him "

" He might reject you, so keep your dignity and don't"

They contradict each other. I stood up bravely feeling my lungs with air " What the f*ck? "

It's decided I'm going to tell him.