What was he doing in Noah’s room?
Shaking off the uneasy feeling his disdain left me with, I head upstairs to my guys.
“There she is,” Leo says from his place on my bed as I close my bedroom door and lock it behind me. Both of my guys are laying on the bed, arms behind their heads, looking fine as hell, watching me like I’m their next meal.
It’s a good thing I picked movies I’ve seen before, or I don’t think I’ll be remembering much of them with these two so close to me.
Isaac
IJUST NEEDED A MOMENTaway from the party, a moment in my room to think without all the fucking chatter and laughing. I hate these parties, and I feel bad I have to subject the guys to them too, but I need to keep the girls happy. Keeping the girls happy, means less involvement from my dad. Not that I don’t love the man, it’s just when he's here, I feel like I’m being smothered by all the things he expects from me, knowing deep down I can’t be the son he wants me to be.
I put on a show and act like I am, we all do. It’s all we can do because it's either that or disappoint them, and the idea of having my dad disappointed in me makes me feel like an even bigger failure.
Ever since the little devil's spawn moved in, my life has gotten even more complicated. We’ve been avoiding her as much as we can so we can try to keep our lives as normal as possible, but all I can see is her blue eyes when I fuck some random girl.
She’s every-fucking-where. When I close my eyes, when I hear a laugh, when I see someone with blonde hair, my mind goes to her. I’ve tried fucking her out of my system, but nothing's worked.
How fucked up is it that I can’t stop wishing it was my stepsister I was fucking?I shouldn't have these thoughts, these feelings, because she is the enemy. She is the reason why we can't be ourselves in this house. She needs to get the fuck out and go back to where she belongs.
I’ve been up here for too long. I need to go back downstairs so the guys don’t have to deal with everything on their own.
As I’m walking down the hall, I almost crash into someone. “What the fuck?” I ask, taking a step back to reveal the other person I can’t stand.
“Little brother.” The words come out in more of a sneer. Zed grins down at me, but it's not a friendly smile. “Fancy bumping into you here.”
“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I snarl. I’ve only met him once, but I’ve seen him from time to time, enough to recognize him if I saw him.
“Thought I’d come see how the other half lived, you know?” He crosses his arms as he glances around like he’s checking out the place.
“Fuck off. This is my house, and you're not welcome here,” I spit.Fucking Abby.Of course, she would bring him here, probably just to piss me off. Little brat needs to be taught how to follow orders when given.
He cocks a brow at me, making me want to knock it off his smug face. “Well, it happens to be Abby’s house now too. She invited me.”
“Abby is nothing but a guest in this house. An annoying one at that, who won't be here much longer. So, she has no right inviting Dark Angel scum into my house.”
His face darkens, and it looks like I must have hit a nerve. “This is Abby’s home as long as she chooses it to be. You and your little punk ass friends won’t be getting rid of her. If you ever lay a fucking hand on her, I’ll kill you,” he growls, his eyes flashing with something dark.
I scoff out a laugh. “You can’t kill me, you dumbass, and you know it.”
“No, but I can beat you so hard it takes weeks until you manage to heal yourself. Then I’ll come back and do it all over again until I feel like it's enough. I have my mate now, and I will do everything and anything to protect her from assholes like you. Don’t think just because you live with her in this fancy ass house you can do as you please. I’ll find out and make you pay.”
He shoulder checks me as he passes, sending me into the wall. It takes everything in me not to go after him and punch him in the face. But I can’t start anything with the others in the house. The last thing I need is this getting around the school. Plus, no one at school knows Zed is my half brother, and it’s not something I plan on getting out or want to get into with anyone. Just imagine the shitstorm it would cause.
As if I wasn’t already in a shitty mood, I’m in an even worse one now.
“You okay?” Heather asks as I step out onto the back porch.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I mutter, passing her and heading straight to the ice buckets of drinks. I really fucking wish I could have a beer right now, but not with the Heathers and people from school around.
Grabbing a can of soda, I crack it open and take a drink.
“You really shouldn’t drink that. It will eat away at your body. Maybe try this,” she says, holding up a bottle of club soda.
“We literally can’t die, Heather. And if it does happen to fuck with my body, I can just heal myself,” I huff, finding myself more irritated with her than normal. “And club soda tastes like bubbled air and sadness, so no thanks.” I take my drink and move to one of the lawn chairs, leaving her standing there with the bottle in her hand.
“You didn’t have to be so rude to her,” Luke says, leaning in. “You're the one who agreed to this party. If you don’t want everyone here, send them home and we can go downstairs and play some video games or something.”
As much as I like the idea, we can’t. If having these stupid little parties here and there keeps the Heathers happy and off our backs, it's what needs to be done.