I walk away from the window, watching her is becoming an addiction. Just like it was all those years ago.
Turning around, I meet Cain’s eyes. Without having to say a single word it’s like he knows what I’m thinking. I hate it when he does that. Quickly breaking eye contact from him I sit down in front of him at his desk listening to the conversation happening around me.
Cain closes the lid of his laptop with a sigh. “Why do I feel like something’s about to break?” He looks at Mason while asking the question, because if anyone is going to be trouble for him it’s him.
“Because you’re dramatic,” Mason says, grinning, and it also makes me laugh, because if I had to say someone is dramatic, Cain is the last person I would say.
“And I think you’re an asshole,” Cain bites back, making both Miles and I laugh even more.
“So, I only have one more entry left on my Christmas gift, but?—”
“You need to catch him in a good mood if you want to go up there without a fight.” I cut Mason off because we all know how he is with the sixth floor.
Mason throws his arm across the back of the chair. “You want us to stay out of there? Fine. But you better come through with something just as good next Christmas.” Mason’s comment makes Cain burst out laughing.
“Hell will freeze over before that happens.” I look over at Mason as Cain tells him, and I have to agree with Cain. Mason loves the fifth and sixth floor, getting him out of there is hard enough, so hell will have to freeze over.
“Mom texted earlier,” Miles cuts in, waving his phone. “She wants everyone home for dinner tomorrow. Said, and I quote, ‘If anyone is late, I will guilt-trip you into an early grave.’”
“Sounds about right,” I smirk. “Did you tell her we’ll be there?”
“She said,allof us. That means Declan too, and you.” Miles raises a brow then points to Cain.
“I’ll be there?—”
“For an hour, then you will make an excuse to leave.” I cut him off, and I see the side of his lips curl up into a smile.
Before he can say anything Declan storms in, looking like someone kicked his dog, and he doesn’t even have a dog.
Mason doesn't miss a beat. “Jesus, D. What is it now? Not getting laid enough even though your girl lives with you?”
“Fuck off,” Declan grunts, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear to God, the women in my life are going to kill me.”
Cain smirks. “Trixie giving you hell?” He glances over at me, because we all know if Trixie is in one of her moods she can give Declan as good as he gives.
“No. Lileah.”
That shuts us all up because normally Declan and Lileah are tight and it annoys us all. Even Mason and Miles aren’t that tight. So, for them to be fighting is surprising to us all.
Declan drops into the seat beside me with a grunt. “She’s pissed she can’t go to prom without all of us breathing down her neck.”
Mason’s eyebrows shoot up. “We’re not all going, did you tell her?”
“Yeah. Apparently, someone asked her. And apparently, she’s mad I told her she’ll have at least two of us there. She said I was being overprotective.”
“We have a reason to be overprotective,” Miles snaps.
Declan glares, shaking his head at us. “You want her going alone?”
“No,” I shout, and my body runs cold thinking about what happened at the last prom.
He nods. “Exactly. I told her she needs to remember why Hayden is the way he is about prom—” I glance up but say nothing because I know my sister isn’t stupid enough to forget what happened. Declan continues. “—and why, the rest of us are on the same page. She can either keep moaning and stay home or enjoy her night and deal with us watching.”
“I’m going to sit in the corner,” I say, looking at them all. “I won’t say a word. But if I see one boy touch her in the wrong way?—”
“You’ll kill them,” Mason finishes, raising a hand like he’s heard it a thousand times. “Yes, brother. We know. It’s practically on your resume.”
Miles laughs, and nods. “I think it’s on all of ours.”
