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“Oh my God.” She throws a pillow at me, laughing. “You didn’t just compare Jarett Lowe to a dino. Jarett Lowe, Gigi. You nuts? Guy’s hotter than that meteor impact you mentioned.” She fans her face with her hand. “He could wipe me out anytime.”
I make a face at her. “Awkward metaphor, Syd. And since when do you have the hots for Jarett? I thought you never glanced his way twice.”
“I don’t have the hots
. But I’m not blind, either. He’s handsome. That’s a proven, scientific fact.”
“Whatever.” Maybe it is a fact. He’s attractive, no argument from me. But it pisses me off all the same.
And I have no clue why.
I bet it’s because I’m already pissed off at Syd. Yeah, that must be it. I fold my hands over my knees and rest my chin on them.
She sighs. “Back to the guy in question. Maybe he didn’t recognize you at first? Maybe he thought you were one of his stalkers?”
I frown harder. I like this even less. “But why would Jarett—”
The door to my bedroom flies open, and a blond head pokes through. “Hey, have you seen my tablet? Oh, hey, Sydney.”
“Merc, jeez, don’t you know how to knock?” I glare at my little brother who winks at me and shoots me a crooked grin. “We could be discussing something personal here.”
“Like Jarett?” he asks, the cheeky bastard, glancing from me to Syd. “Jarett who?”
“None of your business,” I say.
“Jarett Lowe,” Sydney says, the traitor.
“That name rings a bell,” Merc says, stepping into the room, his headphones hanging around his neck. He towers over us.
My little brother has just turned eighteen, and I swear, he’s still growing. He can barely pass through doors without hitting his head, and he’s been working out, so his chest and shoulders are bulging with muscles.
I still want to pat his head sometimes and give him cookies. Little brothers…
“Personal,” I growl at him. “What about that word wasn’t clear to you?”
He leans one shoulder into the wall and folds his arms over his chest, smirking. “I’m family. No secrets between us, right?”
“Since when?”
He ignores me. “Jarett, Jarett…” he mutters. “Wasn’t he at our school? Hey, he used to live in our neighborhood. Now it’s all coming back to me.” His brows draw together. “Isn’t that the guy you had a crush on?”
Dear God. I lift my hands up in the air. “Why does everybody think that?”
Merc pretends to think. “Maybe it was the way you followed him around like a lost puppy?”
“I never! That’s it, you’re out of here.” I grab a pillow and throw it at him.
He knocks it out of the air and laughs. “You so did. Followed him every day after school.”
Heat seeps into my cheeks. “I had my reasons for that, and you know it.”
“I’ll bet you had reasons.” Merc winks.
“Oh my God, just go, Mercury.”
“Not until you tell me why you two are talking about Jarett.”
I lean back with a huff. “What business is it of yours?”
