Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

“Farewell, Matt.” I waved Matthew goodbye with teary eyes. We might not see each other anymore, but I’d never forget about him.

Matthew froze mid–opening the car door. He then turned around and asked, “Lulu, will we meet again?”

His voice was shaky. The sadness in his eyes threatened to flood over. The afternoon sun shone on his face, and I caught glimpses of wet spots in the corner of his eyes.

“Of course, we’ll meet again. Who am I kidding?” Matthew cheered, opened the car door, and hopped in. He rolled down the car window and waved me goodbye before fleeing to the

horizon.

He was crying.

I looked in Matthew’s direction. Somehow, I had a hunch that we would meet again. Even if we did not see each other again, I’d forever remember that there was once a chubby boy who wrote 11 love letters to me. He had once devoted his love to me.

“Let’s go back. Pining over him won’t make him return.” Colin came begrudgingly and dragged my arm.

He was not more than ten steps away from Matthew and me. Indubitably, he had heard the entire conversation. Still, Matthew and I were having our moments. Did Colin have to be this jealous? Sheesh.

“Come already. Your mom asked me to bring you back,” yelled Felix as he leaned out of the

window.

I followed Colin to his car. Right when I wanted to open the door to the front passenger seat, Felix climbed from the back seat and hoarded the space. Colin asked him to return to the back seat, but Felix ignored his instruction. I was too lazy to deal with Felix, so I entered the Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

back seat.

As we slowly exited the car park, I thought about what I had learned today as I peered at the blurred buildings outside. “Felix, what made you think that you could intercept the love letters for me? All 11 of them.”

“Like I said, you were young. I didn’t want you to be distracted from your studies.”

“But that was my private life. You didn’t have a say in it!” I shouted so loudly that my throat hurt. I had to cough a bit to soothe the itchiness in my throat. Colin saw me heaving through

the rearview mirror and chuckled.

“Geez, you can have them if you want.”

“I hate you.” Was Felix an idiot? I still couldn’t return Matthew’s feelings even if Felix returned my letters. “If I kill you and say I’m sorry, will you forgive me?”

“I’ll be dead. What does it matter if I forgive you or not?”

Urgh, that Felix! The dashing guy I used to have a crush on had become a cheeky jerk! I was so mad that my hands grabbed whatever was within my reach to smack Felix. It must be quite heavy because Felix groaned in pain.

“Stop it. I’m bleeding,” Felix yanked the object off my hand and hollered.

Colin checked on Felix and stopped the car. I saw that there was a cut on Felix’s left temple.

“Stop covering your forehead. Let me see where the wound is. If it’s serious, we’ll head to a hospital.” Colin grabbed the object with which I bludgeoned Felix and put it back on the back seat. It was a portable electric heater. The part that cut Felix was the lid covering the

port.

Colin found some alcohol wipes to disinfect Felix’s wound. Felix sat still and let Colin do what he had to do, but his eyes stared directly into my soul.