There was no play here. My brother and I had a tense truce, but it was still a truce. We were both trying, but as I always did whenever I saw my brother, I locked down. Blaise, on the other hand, he went the other way. He took stock, knew I was tensing, and his grin turned a bit wild. That’s how he was. He liked riling me up, getting a reaction from me. And he was usually successful at it.

No one pushed my buttons like he could. I didn’t know why, and even knowing he could do it, I still let him have that power over me. It pissed me off, each and every fucking time I reacted to him. Anyone else, I was cold as ice. Not with Blaise.

“Brother,” he drawled, shoving his phone in his pocket. He let out a small sigh and took me in again. A smirk came next. “I’m guessing your boy finally spilled the beans. You’re here to double-check with me, see if I noticed anything else about your boy’s ex-girl cheating on him. Am I right? Can’t think of any other reason you’d be out here waiting for me.”

My brother was smart. Had I mentioned that?

It pissed me off, too.

The urge to push his head into the pavement was rising in me, but no. I stopped it, and could feel every muscle in my face locking in place. “Why are you such a dick sometimes?”

His laugh was low and smooth. “Only for you, brother. Only for you.” He jerked his head toward campus. “Can we walk and do this at the same time? We all have psych together, remember?”

I fell in step, noting the attention we were already getting.

Blaise and I looked alike. A lot.

That got under my skin, too. My real twin was at a school four hours away, and she was of the female gender. But no. Blaise, who grew up in New York, a secret to all of us, even our father, looked more like me than anyone else.

There were good qualities in him, but mostly he couldn’t stand me, and I couldn’t stand him. We were locked together no matter how much friction was between us.

Blaise ignored the attention. That also seemed something that came more natural to him, yet another thing about him that pissed me off, and I had no idea why. He said, “I took off somewhat early that night. Aspen showed up, but before that, I noticed Jordan’s girl in the kitchen. She was sitting in a guy’s lap, macking with him.” He glanced over, his eyes narrowing before his smirk only deepened. “God. It’s really pissing you off that you have to even ask me, isn’t it?” Another low chuckle from him. “I love it.”