Chapter 32: Mother's Plan

Brad and I have been doing the glaring contest whereby we just shoot hot daggers at each other anytime we both step out of our room at the same time since our rooms face each other.

And that is frustrating as hell because we both say nothing. The silence between us has been going on for a week. My stupid ego doesn't want me to yield and talk to him. That will mean he won the battle.

The only way I will talk to him is if he admits he was wrong. But ah I know he is hot-headed, it's going to take a million years for him to do so.

Today, I'm going to swallow my pride and break the silence because I need his help.

I had my brother's hair sample, if only that is true, I don't trust that psycho a bit.

So here I stood with a nostalgic feeling nipping through me because this feels like a déjà vu. It was just three months ago I stood at this very spot with a racing heart, scared to face Brad after hitting him with a hair clipper.