Chapter 5
Andre picked up things quickly, but when it came to leaming how to be a good boyfriend, he tumbled a hit. He didn’t know how to say sweet things, and most of the time, he just stuck dose to me ||
It felt like we had switched roles. At lunch. I handed him my meal card, asking him to get me a couple of dishes. But instead of using my meal card. he went to the most expensive counter and ordered a soup. That soup cost him three days worth of pocket money
I was furious. “Who allowed you in waste money? And I gave you my meal card, so why didn’t you use it
Andre checked the temperature of the soup and pushed it in front of me. His answer felt evasive. “I didn’t waste it. This soup is good for your recovery.
He was like a stubborn child who had already spent the money, so I could scold him all I wanted. I wanted to say more, but then someone sat down across from me. It was Sherry, someone I hadn’t seen in a while
“Can I join you guys for lunch, Betty?” She glanced at my soup and smiled. “My brother has been sticking to you lately. I haven’t had much time to hang out with him. But I kinda miss my brother, so I wanted to take this chance to talk with him.
An unknown awkwardness aprend benveen Sherry and me. I nodded slightly in response. Sherry didn’t seem to notice my sudden detachment. She smiled sweetly at me and said, “You’re so sweet. I’m really worried my brother might end up with a girlfriend who’s jealous and overly possessive, one who’d get Iyalous
nus of me too.
As she spoke, she pulled the cilantro out of her dish ||
“Luckily, you’re not like that “||
1 awkwardly tightened my grip on my fork, unsure of what to say. After all, there had been moments when I reflected on whether it was ridiculous for me to feel jealous of my boyfriend’s sister]]
Andre slammed his chopsticks onto the plate. “Are you done?“||
Sherry pouted, looking quite exaggerated. Im sorry, Andre. Good brothers are always someone else’s, and my brother only knows how to be harsh with me, -1
I quietly sipped my soup, feeling like an outsider among the three of us.
The whole meal was filled with Sherry’s occasional cheerful chatter. But once her phone nodrication chimed, she picked it up and stopped talking
While she distractedly typed away, she barely touched her food. Andre watched her for a while before he curiously asked, “Who are you messaging?
Still not
lifting her head, Sherry replied, “The guy in charge of sports activities-
I thought I told you not to have any contact with him,” he said
sherry smiled at him, but her eyes held no warmth. “You can date early if you want. But an even talk to a boy?–
Andre’s voice turned slightly cold. You can try |
I swallowed the last bite of cucumber, picked up my tray, and got up to leave: []
Because of my injury,
, I walked slowly. But they were to absorbed in their argument that neither of them noticed me leaving the exfeteria
In the afternoon, during class, Andre was also distracted. My deskmate noticed something was off and poked me in the arm. “Hey, didnt Andre used to come over to check on you right after class?
“Why has he been so
so quiet
during class breaks?
glanced over at his seat. He seemed to be texting someone, his fingers tapping way non–stop. His expression mirrored the restlessness he showed the day I sprained my ankle. ||
jat time, if was about Sherry
Compared to the last time when I was full of suspicion and tried to convince myself otherwise, this time, the sadness and disappointment felt almost flerung ||
was to light that I almost forgot I hadn 1 broken up with him yet. It wasn’t unul Friday evening, when I remembered Sherry’s birthday, that I thought about it||
Sunday was Sherry’s birthday. When it was my birthday, she spent over half a month making in andinjature castle as a gin. I should reciprocate
procate this time.[]
I decided that on her birthday when I would go to her house to give her the gift. Id also officially break up with Andre[]
