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Seren’s eyes narrowed.
“I was just getting to know Grace,” Sawyer explained as a way of settling down his fiery brother who was now stalking toward us.
“What’s to know?” Seren asked.
“I hate your brother,” I grumbled under my breath.
“He’s not always this—”
“Get your ass to the pool,” Seren ordered Sawyer. “Someone’s gotta watch the drunk girls.”
Sawyer glanced at me. “Duty calls. See you around.” He took off toward the pool.
Seren remained where he stood staring me down.
Why was he such a jerk?“No worries,” I said. “I know where I belong, and some lame rich kid’s party isn’t it.” I spun away from him and headed back to the basement—away from him and his stupid glare.
CHAPTER 6
Seren
“What the hell were you talking to her for?” I spat at Sawyer when I found him leaving his room the next morning.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, his hair all ruffled and his eyes sleepy.
“The help.”
“Fuck off, Seren. She’s nice.”
“Nice?” I growled. “She’s not one of us. Don’t make her think she is.”
Sawyer rolled his eyes and walked past me toward the stairs. “Dude, you’ve got issues.”
I grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him into the hallway wall, holding him there with the palm of my hand as he tried to push me off. I was three inches taller and had at least ten pounds on him. “I’vegot issues?”
“You need help. Now, get the hell off me and get it.”
Despite the rage his words elicited in me, I released him.
He straightened out his T-shirt and glared at me as if he could actually take me in a fight.
“Stay away from her,” I warned.
“Take your own advice,” he grumbled as he headed toward the stairs.
“Excuse me?”
He stopped and looked at me. “I’m not stupid. I know you’re the reason Mom hired her.”
“Prove it.”
He rolled his eyes and disappeared downstairs.
I watched long after he left. It wasn’t like I hadn’t gotten help after my father died. All three of us had seen a shrink. I’d heard what she said. But she wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know. Normal teenage things lost meaning once he died. Parties. Friends. Even girls. My life was a series of monotonous events. Each more unfulfilling than the last. Though, like sex, football served as a release for me. I could unleash the rage I tried to harness in other areas of my life on the field. I hated to think how bad things would’ve been if I didn’t play.
I headed toward our home gym, knowing I needed to work out or else the anger and misery that normally consumed my life would take over again.
Grace
