Page 89 of Game on, Love

“When did he tell me?”

He paused, unsure. “I don’t know.Whendid he tell you?”

“He didn’t. I found out this morning like the rest of the world and some.”

Disappointment flashed in his eyes as his lips turned into a thin line. “I didn’t know that.”

“Now, you do.” Another yawn. “Was that all? If so, please leave me be. I’m tired, and if you take his side, I might just start a fight with you, too.”

“Okay, first of all. I have always been on your side when you’ve needed me so you know I won’t do that. Secondly, I’m now glad that you gave him shit in the interviews, he definitely deserved it.”

I stayed quiet, too drained to respond to it.

“Isn’t it like almost 5 back home?” He asked, and gone was the looming sleep as alertness ran through me.

“What?”

“Oliver?”

“Oh.. yeah.” I tried to relax, but the grin he wore told me he had other ideas.

“He’s notthatbad, huh?”

“Shut. Up.”

“I’m not saying anything.”

“Liar.”

“No I mean it, he’s a good one.”

“I know,” Something in me itched to change the topic. So, I said. “I also don’t know if Vedant has spoken to you about this yet or not, but can you bring the journals to the house please? I want to read them.”

“You want me to bring all of them? Together?” He frowned, clearly unaware of the request.

“I mean, I want to see all of them, yes.”

“With Rihaan there, it’s not a great idea. He doesn’t take it well, that’s why they are at home. You could come by when I get back if you want to see them?”

“Thatsounds like the most stupid idea I’ve ever heard.”

“Trust me, with how Rihaan gets, it’s not.”

I chewed on my lower lip, going over his words. From what I’ve heardandseen, I knew he wasn’t exaggerating.

“Look, I’ll get back home in two weeks, and Dad’s going away at the same time if you’re worried about him.”

That caught my attention. “You’re sure?”

“I’m the last remaining brother in the good graces right now. I will not be ruining that, trust me.”

“Fine.”

Ma’s journals took priority over the… issues I had, and Dev already said he wouldn’t be there.

He nodded before a cunning look in his eyes appeared, and I knew he was going to press further on what was going on with Oliver, so I spoke before he could, and asked. “So…? Should I expect a Save The Date soon, or are you still waiting to—”

“I’m leaving,” He interrupted me, straightening up as he glared at me.