Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 296

**TITLE: Wrong Person 296**
**Falling for My Boyfriend’s Navy Brother**

**Chapter 296**

As we stroll past the vending machines, the bustling sounds of students reverberate against the polished tile floors, creating a symphony of youthful energy. Max playfully jabs me in the side with his elbow, a familiar gesture that feels like a warm embrace. His arm remains draped over my shoulders, a casual yet possessive hold that feels like it was always meant to be there.

“Okay,” he says, his tone teasing yet earnest. “Be honest with me. Have you ever thought about just… vanishing into the mountains and becoming a cryptid instead of slogging through the rest of this school year?”

I can’t help but snort in amusement. “Every single Monday morning,” I reply, the truth spilling out with a hint of sarcasm.

“Good,” he grins, satisfaction lighting up his features. “Then my influence is definitely working.”

As we turn the corner near the second-floor stairwell, I suddenly feel a palpable shift in the atmosphere. It’s as if someone has cracked open a window during the dead of winter, letting a rush of icy air invade the warmth of our moment.

There they are, clustered near the trophy case: Tyler, Rebecca, and Zoe. My heart races, and my body instinctively recalls emotions I thought I had outgrown.

Tyler leans casually against the lockers, a picture of nonchalance, his phone in one hand while he glances our way. Rebecca is busy reapplying her lip gloss, her reflection shimmering in the glass, while Zoe chews her gum with an attitude that seems to say she owns the world.

The moment Tyler’s gaze lands on me, he straightens up, his demeanor shifting.

“Penny—hey,” he says, his voice soft and uncertain, as if he’s testing the waters of a long-forgotten connection.

Max doesn’t hesitate for a second. He steps slightly in front of me, his arm across my shoulders now a protective barrier rather than a casual gesture. His voice drops, low and menacing.

“Don’t say a fucking word.”

The air in the hallway becomes thick with tension. A few heads turn, curiosity piqued by the sudden confrontation.

Tyler blinks, confusion crossing his face. “What’s your problem, man?”

“You,” Max replies, his tone flat and uncompromising. “You’re my problem.”

Rebecca gasps theatrically, an exaggerated sound that drips with mock surprise. “Wow. Someone’s feeling territorial,” she chimes in, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Zoe smirks, her expression dripping with condescension. “I think it’s safe to say that Penny has become everyone’s favorite little pet, right, guys?”

Rebecca steps forward, her stance challenging. “Or maybe she’s just their fun bag. Isn’t that what people are whispering? That you let army man screw you behind locked doors? Does she let you hit it too, Max?”

I can feel Max’s grip on me tighten, his body going rigid beside me.

But me?

I don’t freeze.

I don’t blush.

I don’t shrink back.

Instead, I burst into laughter.

It’s loud, sharp, and sudden—a bark of disbelief that feels like it’s torn straight from my ribcage.

Everyone stops, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion. Even Max blinks at me, clearly taken aback by my reaction.

Rebecca tilts her head, her brows furrowing. “What the hell’s funny?”

I can’t help but grin. “You. All of you.”

Turning to Max, I say, “Let’s go.”

He looks like he’s torn between wanting to stay and wanting to unleash his fury. I can see the fire in his eyes, the urge to confront them head-on. But then he looks at me again, sees the genuine smile on my face—an actual smile—and he relents.

He falls into step beside me, but not before shooting Tyler a glare that could cut through steel.

“You know what’s wild?” Max says, once we’ve put enough distance between us and them, far enough that we’re no longer in immediate danger of a throat punch. “I was fully prepared to throw hands back there.”

“You were practically vibrating with rage,” I reply, still riding the high of my laughter.

“Zoe called you a pet. And Rebecca…”

“Yeah,” I interject, “which is exactly why I laughed.”

He frowns, a hint of confusion in his eyes. “That was a menace laugh. What was that about?”

I shrug, the weight of the moment lifting. “I just can’t believe it. Those girls used to be the scariest part of my life. And Tyler—he was everything.”

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