Page 59 of Twisted Fate

The guy got closer until he’d blocked Caden’s exit, talking to me to calm me down.

“Nothing’s going down here today, Donovan. I’ll find you after and fill you in, yeah?”

Skeeter was still cursing behind us as I relaxed, waiting for Caden to put me down before I turned my attention to the guy, putting my knife in my pocket.

“Find me the moment he leaves?”

“Can do,” he nodded, turning and heading back towards Skeeter, who looked like he was going to rip his head off.

I flipped him off and headed out to Caden’s Challenger, ignoring Caden the entire drive home.

* * *

Tyler

Rory had been driving us all insane.

Not in an angry way, but in a fearful way.

She didn’t know Hunter in the slightest, but she got in his fucking face and taunted him anyways.

Caden wasn’t impressed when I’d called him to get her ass out of there, but I knew he’d be able to get her home.

I drove straight to Jensen’s, not at all surprised to find him and Lukas vegging out in front of the TV.

I knew they had something going on between them, but seeing them curled up on the couch, cuddling each other, was fucking weird.

Lukas moved onto his side of the couch the moment I walked in, making me roll my eyes.

“Dude, chill out. You guys are my best friends, so I’m not going to gossip about your secrets at school.”

Lukas scowled, but Jensen cocked his head at me as I plonked my ass down on his other side.

“No one’s batted an eye at us. Why?”

I shrugged, giving him a sly smile.

“Well, I always suspected you guys had a weird bromance thing going on, and you know Holloway just doesn’t give a shit. Skeet’s only concerned about gay shit if it’s aimed at him, you know what he’s like. He can be a little touchy actually,” I frowned, remembering him fighting with one of their newbies a few years ago, all because the guy smacked his ass.

He was more relaxed now, but he still got weird about it sometimes.

Lukas grunted as he got to his feet and left the room, Jensen’s eyes following him with sadness and hurt.

I watched him for a moment, speaking carefully so that I didn’t piss him off.

“You’re serious about him, aren’t you?”

His eyes flashed to mine in warning, a scowl on his face as he became defensive.

“I don’t fucking know what’s going on. Why?”

“It’s cool, dude. Just asking,” I shrugged, his face softening again as he sighed.

“Sorry. What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were at the shed?”

I groaned, sinking into the couch more as I ran a hand over my face.

“I was at the shed. Rory was there with Slash, and it was fine until Hunter fucking Rivera showed up.”