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All Chapters of Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste : Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

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91 - The Corridor

Kassidy's POV I was absent-minded throughout class the next day. The professor’s voice sounded like a distant murmur against the large chalkboard, the words about advanced statistical models bouncing right off my brain. I kept staring at the corner of my wooden desk, tracing a tiny scratch in the varnish while my mind raced through everything Eli had said yesterday. Those harsh words... After class, Bree and Simone cornered me near the lecture hall exit, blocking the narrow walkway with their backpacks while students filed past us into the corridor. “Kassidy, you didn’t take a single line of notes today,” Simone said, adjusting the strap on her shoulder. “You were just staring out the window the entire time. Are you feeling sick ag

92 - Bail Time

Kassidy's POV My fingers were trembling so much I could barely keep a grip on my phone. I pressed the cell phone hard against my cheek, my eyes locked on the figure stepping into the narrow aisle between the tall bookshelves. “Piper, I have to go,” I told her. “Can we talk later?” “Yeah, sure. Call me whenever you’re ready,” Piper said, her voice sounding faint before I cut the call. I slammed the phone down onto the wooden table and I pushed my chair back to face him. The panic from seeing him free turned into a sudden, boiling rage. “What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded. “How are you sta

93 - An Eternity

Kassidy’s POV The walk back from the university library felt like it took days instead of an hour. My mind replayed every single word Luca had spoken about Richard Deering. After an eternity, I reached our front door and pushed it open, bypassing the quiet living room, and walked straight up the stairs to the second floor. As I approached my room, I stopped. Celeste was leaning her back against the hallway wall right outside my door, her arms tightly crossed over her chest and a deep crease between her eyebrows. “Oh hey, you’re back,” Celeste said softly, straightening up as I reached the landing. “I was wondering when you’d come. There’s something on your bed, and it looks important.” I fr

94 - The Wreckage

Kassidy's POV The room became blurry as a wild, hot rage took total control of my body. I snatched my phone off the mattress, my fingers shaking so violently I almost dropped it twice before shoving the screen to my face and dialing Piper's number. The phone didn't even ring twice before she picked up, her breathing heavy on the other end. "Kassidy?" She called out. "How could you do this to me?" I screamed into the receiver, standing up from my bed and pacing the floorboards like a caged animal. "How could you let me carry this for years, Piper? You looked me straight in the eyes and told me you didn't see anyone do anything to me! You let me believe I was crazy for asking questions!" "Whoa, hey, what are you talki

95 - Without A Sound

Kassidy's POV Celeste managed to calm me down, setting me on my bed and going downstairs to fetch me a glass of water. The moment she was gone, I picked up my phone again, this time dialing a different number. I held the phone to my ear with a shaking hand, listening to the hollow ringing sound until his voice finally broke through the line. Eli sounded exhausted, his tone flat and dead. Before he could apologize or try to explain away his absence, I cut him off. “I know, Eli,” I said, my voice remarkably steady despite the chaos spinning around my head. “Celeste showed me the documents and Piper told me everything about your father and what happened that night. But we need to talk. Right now.”

96 - The Sentence

Kassidy POV A few days later, I tried to put off all thoughts of Roman as I was called to come and see the lawyers who were in charge of my case against his father. The office building in downtown Minnesota was tall and gray, and covered in tinted glass that reflected the cold January sky. I walked through the heavy revolving doors, feeling like I was walking into a trap as I took the elevator up to the twelfth floor. When the doors slid open, I found myself in an equally gray reception area that smelled of leather books and fresh coffee. A young man was sitting behind a large brown desk, sorting through a tall stack of blue folders. A large plaque behind him read: Bellick and McLannen Law Firm. He looked up as I approached, offering a warm smile that instantly made me feel a little less anxious.

97 - Bad News

Kassidy's POV An hour later, I stepped off the bus two blocks away from Sal's Pizza Place, the cold winter air biting at my cheeks as I hurried down the sidewalk. My mind was spent from the meeting at Bellick and McLannen Law Firm. I pushed through the employee entrance at Sal's, quickly tied my apron around my waist, and tried to lose myself in the regular routine of filling napkin holders and prepping the pizza dough. It was hard but I had to do what I had to do. I couldn't afford to make a mistake. But then a few hours into my shift, Marco came to the back with an angry look on his face. “There is a man out in the dining section. He demands to see you right now.” I wiped my hands on my apron, a sudden wave of nervousness washing over me as I followed Marco out

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