Chapter 260: Framing
Brad wasn't into spicy stuff and totally hated this kind of food. His tiny bowl was probably just there to keep Adam and me apart; otherwise, he wouldn't have touched it.
Even then, he only took two bites before he was done. He had already eaten, so he wasn't gonna stuff himself more.
For Brad, the food was way less interesting than the seat he was in.
Basically, he was just making up an excuse to keep Adam and me apart.
It was kinda surprising to see usually chill Brad act so petty over a seat, but thinking about it, it's just human nature.
Adam wasn't dumb either. As a guy, he got the hint from Brad's actions, which totally killed his vibe.
I scarfed down more than half the food, plus a sausage and some other stuff, leaving me stuffed.
Once I was full, I went back to the easel to keep painting.
I painted until it was evening.
When I checked my phone, it was almost ten, like two hours past my planned time.
I twisted my sore neck and habitually scanned the room. Brad, with a cold tone, asked why I was still looking around when everyone had left.
Brad's tone was harsh, both impatient and jealous.
After all, Adam and I had been in the this studio for over two weeks, and I was just habitually looking around, not really trying to see anyone or find anything.
On the way back, Brad held my hand tightly, showing he was still pissed.
I didn't want to start a fight with Brad over something that didn't even happen, so I tried to make small talk. To my surprise, he didn't respond at all, totally ignoring me.
Brad was seriously driving me nuts.
I tried so hard to please him, but it was like talking to a wall.
Did he think I wouldn't get mad?
Come on, even jealousy has its limits. Besides, Adam and I just painted together; we had no private interactions. Was this really necessary?
He spent almost two months with Jenny in Silverbrook City, practically drooling over her, and I didn't say anything. I trusted him completely. So why was he mad about me painting with a classmate?
Fine, he could be mad, and I had tried so hard to make it up to him, yet he didn't react at all.
Alright, if it was about being mad, I could do that too.
I got mad, shook off his hand, and ignored him. I sped up, entered the apartment complex, and stomped up the stairs instead of taking the elevator.
When I opened the door, a flood of bright light hit me.
Mia was curled up on the couch watching TV, covered with a small blanket. Yancy was sitting on a small stool at her feet, with a tablet on his lap, totally engrossed in something.
Seeing me come in, Yancy put down the tablet and stood up, asking if I had eaten. He said there was food left for me in the kitchen.
"Eat? I'm already full of anger. Starting tomorrow, I won't eat; I'll just live on anger. It's cheaper and just as filling. How great is that?" I angrily threw my phone on the couch, kicked off my shoes, and jumped onto the couch without even putting on slippers.
Seeing my bad mood, Mia quickly came over and asked what had happened and why I was upset.
Just as I was about to start venting, the door swung open again, and in walked Brad. But he looked all calm, like he hadn't been fuming just a bit ago.
What the heck?
Was Brad only mad at me and now playing Mr. Nice Guy at home?
I was fuming.
Yancy was about to head to the kitchen to grab us some food, but Brad cut him off, saying we already ate outside and it wasn't necessary.
Then he plopped down next to me, acting like nothing happened, like he wasn't the one who was just pissed. It made me feel like I was the one making a big deal out of nothing.
He was totally playing innocent.
He was acting so well; maybe he should be an actor.
I could play along too.
So, I made small talk with Yancy, asking if it was cool for him to not go to work. He said he had taken leave from the company. He was only working a short-term gig, and with school starting soon, he still had assignments to finish. So he was thinking about quitting.
As Yancy said this, he kept glancing at Mia, full of hope.
Mia, on the other hand, sat quietly, barely noticeable. She was glued to the TV and didn't react at all.
Yancy sighed softly, looking bummed out.
Yancy was persistent, while Mia was cleverly dodging. It seemed their relationship still had a long way to go.
I was really anxious for them.
Yancy and Mia kept chatting and watching TV until Mia got sleepy and headed to bed, yawning.
I kept watching videos on my phone, refusing to go to the bedroom or look at Brad with his serious face.
It was already eleven o'clock when I finally couldn't stay up any longer. So after taking a shower, I went to the bedroom and climbed into bed.
I usually fell asleep by this time, but today, having come back over an hour later than usual, I was super tired. Still fuming, I ignored Brad, pulled the blanket over myself, and fell asleep.
I didn't know how long I had slept, or maybe it hadn't been long at all, when I suddenly felt the bed dip behind me. A hard, hot chest pressed against my back, and a long arm slipped under the blanket to wrap around my waist, pulling me tight.
Even though I was half-asleep, I hadn't forgotten why I was mad. I didn't want to deal with him, so I tried to wriggle out of his arms. But he held me tighter, his furry head resting on my shoulder, and whispered while blowing softly into my ear, "I was jealous. You can't be that close to Adam; it bothers me."
I was deeply drowsy, hearing his words but too tired to respond. Within a second, I fell back asleep.
I slept soundly through the night and woke up at six to find a smiling face inches from mine. However, his eyes were blazing with intensity, making my face blush.
"Still mad? You're so petty. Your boyfriend gets so jealous when you have dinner with Adam, and you should say something nice to comfort me. Why are you angrier than I am? It doesn't make sense!"
"Who's petty? Who are you calling petty?"
Was he being unreasonable? He couldn't just accuse me like that.
I was so mad I wanted to hit him, but he grabbed my hand. He squeezed it, and then guided it under the blanket to his abs, moving it downward.
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