Free My Best Friend's Brother: A Standalone Friends to Lovers Romance (Soulmates Series Book 2) by Hazel Kelly Page B

said, unlocking my bedroom door and pushing it
open with my shoulder.
     
    " Yo yourself," Izzy said.
     
    "How'd
your thing go?"
     
    "My
thing?"
     
    "Wasn’t
the screening for your film class project yesterday?"
     
    "Oh
yeah,” she said. “It was. I assumed you forgot because you didn't call to wish
me good luck."
     
    "And
I assumed that you could sense all the good luck I was sending you so it was
better not to distract you."
     
    "Nope.
Didn't get any inklings that I even crossed your mind."
     
    "Maybe
you've lost your powers." I kicked my shoes off and pulled a cold bottle
of water out of the fridge, cursing my thirst since it meant I'd have to wash
away the taste of Andi's lips on mine. "You should probably see a
doctor."
     
    "And
maybe you're just an ass," she said.
     
    I
laughed.
     
    "What's
that thing scientists always say? That the least ridiculous explanation is
probably the truth?"
     
    "Sorry, Iz . Something came up and-"
     
    "Save
it. I'm not interested in the forced elephant march you had to do with your
sycophantic pledges."
     
    "First
of all, it's called an Elephant Walk." I held the phone against my ear and
unscrewed the bottle.
     
    "You
would know-"
     
    "And
second of all, we don't really do that. Other frats maybe, but not us."
     
    "I
want to know more even less than I believe you."
     
    I shook
my head and took a swig of water. "The screening went well anyway?"
     
    "Of
course," she said. "And I’m hoping my professor will overlook the
editing mistake I made half way through because we're sleeping together."
     
    My
eyebrows jumped up my face. "What?"
     
    "Only
in my dreams, but-"
     
    "Christ,
Izzy."
     
    "Have
you talked to Andi?"
     
    "Andi?"
     
    "Yeah."
     
    I
squeezed my eyes shut. "Why?"
     
    "I
guess she broke up with Mike last night."
     
    I
swallowed. "You don't say."

 
    Chapter 17: Andi
     
     
     
     
    "What
the hell was that about?" Steph was standing in the hallway with her head
cocked and her hands on her hips.
     
    "What?"
     
    "Oh
c'mon, Andi. I just came from a place with zero sexual tension. When I walked
in here it was like I'd tripped into the mouth of a volcano."
     
    I
raised my eyebrows.
     
    "Mike
would've flipped if he’d been here."
     
    I
sighed and moved towards the couch, wondering if Shane had somehow sucked the
energy from me with that kiss. "Actually, Mike has flipped for the last
time."
     
    "What
does that mean?" Steph collapsed next to me, pulled her knees up, and
tucked her toes between the cushions.
     
    "We
broke up."
     
    "When?"
     
    "Officially?
A few hours ago." I turned to face her and dropped my head on the back of
the couch. "That's why there's a bunch of wildflowers on the
doorstep."
     
    "Oh
right. I was going to ask about that, but when the suffocating sparks hit me, I
forgot."
     
    "He
didn't take it very well."
     
    "Good
for you."
     
    I
turned an ear towards her. "I thought you liked him?"
     
    "Are
you kidding?"
     
    "You're
always super nice to him and-"
     
    "I
did that for you," she said. "And because if I didn't go out of my
way to be super nice, I might’ve given away what I really think about
him."
     
    "Which
is?"
     
    "That
he's a chauvinistic tyrant whose misplaced arrogance makes my stomach
ache."
     
    "Why
the heck didn't you say something?"
     
    She
shrugged. "Would it have mattered?"
     
    I
bit the inside of my cheek.
     
    "In
my experience, the only opinions that really affect the fate of a relationship
are the ones held by the people in it."
     
    " Mmm ."
     
    "Unless
you're, like, Hindu or something."
     
    I
narrowed my eyes at her.
     
    "What?"
She pulled her hair thing out and redid her ponytail.
     
    "Are
you telling me that if you wanted to marry a Nazi sympathizer or an illegal
immigrant or a Muslim guy, your parents’ opinion would have no effect on your
feelings?"
     
    She
craned her neck forwards. "First of all, those seem like really unlikely
scenarios considering almost all of my socializing is through the