Noticing my uncharacteristic silence and repeated sighing, my brother frowned, his eyebrows knitting together like two fuzzy caterpillars. He reached out to feel my forehead, his expression turning into one of disbelief. “Did you get possessed or something?”
For once, I hadn’t called him a useless good-for-nothing or defended Ethan like Elizabeth usually did.
I swatted his hand away, glaring at him with watery eyes. “You’re the one who’s possessed! I just lost my phone and didn’t have any cash on me, so I had to walk all the way back. My feet are killing me!” I whimpered, rubbing my swollen ankle.
Brandon groaned dramatically, tossing a few tissues my way. “You’re such an idiot.”
Then, as if trying to rub salt in the wound, he added, “Serves you right for clinging to Ethan. Didn’t he always claim you were the one for him? So why’d he let you walk home on your own?”
“Okay, okay, I admit it. I was blind before, but I don’t like him anymore,” I retorted, pouting.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of my sudden change of heart. “You finally saw through that jerk Ethan’s opportunistic nature?”