| Jealousy Knows No Bounds | College Verse | Closed Event Thread |
“Well I am the one who is fine with it. From the get go!” Caleb complained as he does but this was for good reason. Why is their mother favoring his fucking brother over everything? He is the one taking business classes. Seriously he might add! What has Connor done? Flip flopped between the obvious and criminal justice. Does he truly think he will make something of himself as a cop? That is ludicrous! Their family is built on business assets and what better man to do it than Caleb Stern?
He is serious about this. Actually wanting to dabble into this side of the family business, Caleb still is overlooked. Why the fuck should it matter what Connor does?
She’s already ignored him today. Talking to Connor about his track meet. Fuck that! So what? He can run really fast? Big deal!
“You must think you’re grade-A sports wonder, huh?” Caleb jeered at Connor’s back as he got ready for campus. Going to pick up his girlfriend too no doubt. Sometimes it makes him gag seeing how put together his brother is. They might be twins but everyone knows automatically which is which. They gravitate towards Connor. Mister popular! Mister track star! Mister business or wait is it detective!? Who knows because he can’t make up his fucking mind.
Connor gave him a look as he picked up his gym bag. “What’s that for?”
“For?” Caleb scoffed. “Oh nothing. Just you arguing with mother again.” A lie. Of course he finds it ridiculous when they argue. Amanda always forgives Connor. It makes him sick how quickly she changes her tune after believing she hurt her precious favorite.
Shaking his head, Connor pulled on his jacket. “Since when does that bother you? I figure you like it when I argue with our mother.”
“Oh? And what if I do? What exactly are you doing now, Connor? Business? Criminal justice? What? Do you realize that I’m the only one doing what she wants.” In a way it makes him sound like an ass kisser. He is farthest from.
Connor’s reaction is typical. Listening to his brother talk about how he’s doing what she likes is another slap in their face. What happened to them doing what they wanted to do? “You really think business is the way to go? Do it then, Caleb. I’m still taking it.” Maybe not as a major now but it’s a minor. It should be good enough. He is good in it but Connor really wanted to pursue something that didn’t make him out to be that elite Stern snob everybody expects of him. Seems that suits Caleb to a tee.
“Yes,” the twin mocked. “You are taking it. You know damn well she will reel you back in on it. You’ll wind up getting a job just like me. Do not deny it. So why the hell do you even bother with this sports stuff? Just because your two best friends do it. It’s not like Markus and Aiden are going to amount to anything with that pipe dream.”
“Hey! Don’t talk shit on them.”
“What are you going to do?” Nudging at his brother’s shoulder left Caleb in a jealous fit. “Oh! Excuse me! Mister sprint master is going to have his first competition today! Does your girlfriend really get off on that jock bullshit? You two were made for each other.”
“Shut up about her,” Connor warned him, grabbing onto his brother’s arm before he just waltzed out. Always gets a word in and tries to walk off like final say is his. “I don’t know what your problem is Caleb but you need to chill. Besides you can come to the meet. I always invite you.”
Caleb stewed. Watching Connor walk out of the room, he glared. Yes, he invites him. Most times he sees it as a slap to the face. Cheering for Connor. They always cheer for him. The better twin. The older by fifteen fucking minutes. Pristine brother Connor Stern! The good brother! He hated the fact he got all the accolades. When Caleb busts his ass in his classes what does he get? A sour reputation for being the playboy Stern. Well, fuck them. Fuck Connor and his -
He trailed. Noticing a water bottle left sitting on the table, Caleb picked it up, realizing that Connor forgot it. Well, well, well. What have we here? Taking a moment to ponder, he set up the perfect thing.
Connor was already heading to his car, placing his gym bag on the seat along with his other books. He pulled open the Mustang’s door ready to pick up Genevieve quick as possible.
“Connor!” Caleb jogged over, water bottle in hand. “You forgot this.”
Seeing his twin wave the bottle in his face, Connor’s brows rose. “What happened to being an ass to me?” Despite the question he took it off Caleb’s hands. “Thanks. So you going to come or not? Would be nice for a change.”
“Sure,” Caleb agreed, turning on his heel back to the house. A smirk drew up his lips. “I wouldn’t miss this...”
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