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“Not related to me,” I finish for her.
“I envy you. That guy is…”
“A jerk.”
“I was going to say hot. Like you have to live with him, and his friends are always with him. I’m so staying for dinner.” She grins and turns left. My uncle lives in one of the nicer gated neighborhoods in a two-story brick home that looks more like a mansion with a gorgeous view of the coast. Lauren parks on the side of the street and shuts off her car.
“Thanks for the lift.”
“Any time.”
I start out of the car when Kyson blows past me, barely missing my door. “Jerk,” I hiss.
“Do you want me to stay? I mean, I don’t mind.” I see a flash of her teeth between her lips. She seems sweet, but I don’t need someone trying to friend me to get close to the wolf pack or whatever they call themselves.
“Some other time. I haven’t even seen my room yet.” My aunt grabbed me from the airport and dropped me at the school when she was called into work.
“It’s cool. Let’s swap digits.”
“Yeah sure.” I fish my phone out of my backpack and hand it to Lauren, and she gives me hers. We exchange numbers and trade phones.
“Do you need a ride tomorrow morning? I don’t mind.”
“Sounds good. Thank you. I should have my own wheels soon.” I’m hoping Uncle John will take me car shopping this weekend. I can’t wait. I don’t want to be stuck begging for rides from Kyson. Who knows what the asshat would want in return for the favor.
“Nice.”
I give her a wave and shut the door.
Kyson’s car is in the driveway and pulling up behind him are Remy and Gauge. Ugh. I just want to find my room and take a nap.
“What are you doing here?” Gauge’s brows shoot up as he climbs out of the beast of a truck. He’s not as cute as Kyson or Remy, but that’s only because I have a thing for guys with dark hair. He’s got that boy next door charm thing going for him, though.
I stare at the stone paved driveway, not meeting his stare. “I live here,” I volunteer, reluctantly.
Remy cracks up. “She’s funny. I love this girl. But no really…are you like stalking me now?” He runs a hand through his dark chin length hair.
“Dream on.” I stroll past them, taking the walkway two stones at a time.
“Dude, I don’t think she’s kidding,” I hear Gauge’s voice growing closer behind me.
My pulse speeds up because it’s dawning on me that I’m alone with not only Kyson, but Remy and Gauge. I enter the house and try to close the door and lock it before they enter, but the door catches on Remy’s giant jerk foot.
“What do we have here?” Kyson is leaning against the entryway that leads from the foyer to the kitchen by the stairs.
It’s been years since I was last here, but I still remember the guest bedroom I stayed in as a kid is upstairs and three doors to the left. Hopefully that’s where Helen, my Uncle John’s wife, wants to put me, because I don’t stop to respond to Kyson. My feet hit the stairs, and I run as their laughter echoes behind me.
I count the doors as I pass by them and twist the knob on the third one. Rushing inside, shutting it quickly behind me, I can’t catch my breath. My heart is in my throat as I slouch against the back of the door and slide down to the floor. I let out a sigh of relief when I open my eyes to see my boxes stacked in the corner next to my luggage. The walls have been freshly painted a shade of mint green to match my room back home. I appreciate the sentiment. Though it’s not the same. My father didn’t paint these walls or take me shopping for the white duvet with mini peach roses embroidered in the seams.
No matter what, though, these walls will never be home.
I should probably unpack and find something to snack on, but there is no way I’m going back downstairs while they’re here. I can’t believe Kyson expected me to walk like five miles practically up what seems like the size of a dang mountain.
My phone buzzes with a text, interrupting my thoughts of self-pity.
Just got home. I still can’t believe you live with Kyson Allen.
I don’t get what the big deal is. He’s a total ass.
