He Traded His Future to Spite Me

After the College Entrance Assessment ends, Chayce Clarkson, the younger brother I have raised for seven years, looks me in the eye and says calmly, "I turned in blank exam papers."

I instantly freeze, unable to utter even a single word.

A look of vengeful satisfaction flashes across his face as he delivers his next blow.

"Jill and I never broke up, either. And it's for her that I didn't write a single word in the exams. She's not book-smart, so she won't be able to get into a decent college. I've already promised her that I'll spend the next four years just playing around with her."