Jealous

"Are you crying?" I heard my Brother knocked. I immediately wiped my tears away. I can really say that this week has been tough for us. I opened the door and let him inside my room.

He opened his arms, letting me hug him. I quickly wrapped my wrist around him.

"What's wrong?" Concerned and weariness etched on his face.

"It's just nothing..." I told him. I slowly let go and faced him.

"Don't worry, I'm okay!" I told him and smiled genuinely. I patted his head to assure him that I'm really okay.

He doesn't look convinced but he just smiles and nodded.

"Why are you here?" I asked, trying to change the topic.

"Thank you... you made me happy."

"Mom talked to me-" I cut him off. "Have you said your decision?" He slowly nodded and smiled a bit.

"I guess I'm gonna leave this weekend, Aunty Bella already knew."

"She looked happy." He said as his voice broke, pertaining to Mom. His eyes sparkled.

"These days... I feel like Mom is being kinda different." I confessed.

"Are we being distant... or it was her?" I looked at him and he just shrugged. It just makes me wonder why... Mom is happy... that she knew that my brother agreed.

He left my room after we talked about random things. He just thanked me for everything I bought for him.

I really just can't believe that my brother is leaving next week. It's Monday today and we don't have classes. It's a Holiday or something. I was organizing my Study Table and I saw my notebook, where I put all my plots and ideas. I felt sad because I really miss writing. It's been almost a year since I stopped writing. When I read the first page of my notebook, I felt... comfort. Honestly, this notebook knew all my struggles, my problems, and every bit of myself. This has been my Journal, sometimes. I used to write about myself after I wrote my plots, characters, and ideas that I've thought about.

Should I go back with writing?

I remember, there is the night that my classmate with short hair messaged me, asking my pen name. I told her my pen name but my works are all unpublished. I unpublished it because I felt like no one wants works, no one reads it and no one appreciates it. And that's when I realized that it's not being healthy for me. I will wake up and log in on my Wattpad account and check how many reads has it at the moment, and I was expecting. I've always dreamed about one day if I woke up, my work is already famous. But at that time, I am always disappointed.

There's one time that I realized, writing is no longer my comfort. I feel like it's pressuring me and I can't handle it anymore. So I decided to unpublished all my works, and I stopped writing.

I promised myself that I will get back to writing once I'm no pressured at those numbers, instead, I'll write again to express my feelings, I want this to be my comfort and home, again.

I didn't realize I was staring long at my notebook until my phone rang. When I saw Travis's name, I wasn't surprised anymore. I don't feel like answering the call but I answered it, placing my phone in my ear.

"What?" I said as I answered the call.

"Hello?" I heard him chuckled.

"Hi," I said.

"Wait... are you mad?" He slowly asked. Me? Why would I be mad?

"Me? of course not!" I said defensively.

"You sounded cold." I rolled my eyes when I heard what he said. I just stayed silent. I want to talk to him but I don't want to talk. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Don't tell me..." I cut him off. "Don't tell you what?" He stayed silent for a while.

"Are you..." I got annoyed even more because he was so slow to speak.

I just rolled my eyes and sighed, waiting for him to speak up.

"Are you jealous or something?" He asked slowly.

Silence surrounded us. Me? Jealous? Because of what?

"What? No!"

"Tell me." He commanded.

"I'm not!" Is it because of Allison? His girlfriend.

"Hmm..."

As seconds passed by, I become more embarrassed.

"Aren't you going to talk to your girlfriend?" I asked even I don't want to know his answer. Who would want to know if he will talk to his girlfriend?

"Oh." He laughed out loud. I didn't say anything and just wait for him to finish laughing. Honestly, what's funny?

I raised an eyebrow, even he can't see me.

"What?"

"Hmm. Nothing." We both stayed silent. I guess it's time to end this call, I'm just getting more annoyed in his laugh.

"We should rest now, I'm kinda tired." I lied. I'm not really tired or what, I just want to end the conversation.

"Good night," I said. I was about to end the call, "Wait..."

"I don't have a girlfriend." He said firmly.

"Okay... so?"He laughed more because of what I've said. I furrowed my brows because of resentment.

"I'm just saying, looked like you want to know." He teased.

"It's just yourself, I didn't ask."

"Okay..." He giggled.

"Gonna end this, I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, then. Good night." He said in a husky voice.

"Good night."

"You looked beautiful." My lips formed a small smile, I immediately bit my lip to stop myself from smiling.

"Thank you," I said coldly, then ended the call. After a few minutes, I quickly regretted what I've said. Do I sound rude? I hope not.

I quickly lay down on my bed and spun around. Why do I feel something on my stomach? "You looked beautiful." I still hear his voice when I'm thinking about what he said earlier. But do I sound rude?

I took my phone immediately, I scrolled down and typed a message from him.

Briana:

Thank you :)

I felt nervous when I sent that, it is delivered but he still hasn't seen it. I turned off my phone because of embarrassment.

I forced myself to close my eyes until I fell asleep.

"Briana!" I heard Sab calling from behind. She looked happier than usual, I guess it was because of Cohen. She told me Cohen messaged her. She was so happy because it was Cohen who makes the first move. As I've known her, she doesn't do first moves. She does, but when we were in Elementary. She got rejected not once, that's why she doesn't want to make the first moves now.

"You look happier, huh. How are you?" I laughed and teased her.

"I'll tell you later! Travis is looking for you!" She said with excitement on her face and her voice.

"What? Why?" She didn't answer me and pushed me away.

I saw Travis with Marcus. They were talking but stopped when saw me. Marcus tapped Travis on the shoulder, he smiled at me and left us.

"Morning..." I broke the silence.

"Good morning."

He just looking at me straight into the eyes.

"What? aren't you going to talk?"

"Are you jealous?" He stepped forward, I was suddenly nervous so I moved forward.

"What if I am?" I raised an eyebrow, smirking.

He licked his lips and slowly runs his hand through his hair.

"Tell me... are you jealous?" He stepped again.

"Are you playing me?" I asked back.

"No, I'm not playing you." He said firmly.

"Answer my question." He commanded. I just stayed silent and wait for him to ask his question again.

"Are you jealous, Briana?" He asked me seriously.

"Yes, I am."

He looked at me seriously.

"So, what are you gonna do about it?" I stepped forward. He moved.

"Let me tell you something." He smirked.

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for what he's going to say.

"She's my cousin."