16: j e a l o u s

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"What the fuck? No. That means nothing, this is bullshit!" My dad gets all defensive like someone ate his cat or some shit.

"My kids need new designer clothes." Rowan sighs dramatically. He places his foot on my dads favorite coffee table, grinning psychotically.

They have personal beef. You wouldn't believe they kill people for a living.

"I don't give a shit about your kids!" He's definitely lying, my dad is so soft to every single one of Rowans kids. He spoils the shit out of them.

Reese laughs lowly, "Please Leo, it's so obvious they're madly in love."

"Excuse me? No." I turn my head around, blinking repeatedly. "Denial at its finest."

"Lin," Nico stares at beau.

"Sorry." I place beau on the couch, he jumps around with a banana slice in his mouth.

Never in a million years would I have thought I'd even like Nico. You liar. You've always liked him.

No. Shut up.

You know what? I think Lana needs me, yeah.

I carry beau to put him back before going into my room. Someone remind me to buy a new bed. (My dads money.)

Should I have left Nico alone with my dad? That's probably dumb. It's fine, Rowan's there.

"What screams hot party dress, please fuck me?" Lana asks, holding two dresses in front of me.

"Oo totally this one, it screams please fuck my hot virg—" my joke is cut off short when Alana smacks my head with the dress, flipping me off when she walks away.

I let out a loud laugh, walking into my closet.

I love bullying her. (And everyone.)

I grab a very short black dress and heels. I need to look hot. For ni— no. I don't do shit for men.

- N I C O -

She leans against the counter, talking to Tina. Her elbows stay planted on the counter, her ass is out.

Her dress is really fucking short. Don't get me wrong, she's beautiful. Look, I'm not the jealous type. She can wear whatever she wants, it's just— I can basically see her ass.

I don't like the idea of other people looking at her.

I turn my head around when I hear someone whistle, staring at Lina, her ass if we're being particular.

Fucker looks like he's into toe pics.

I scoff under my breath, crossing my arms.

One guy points his head in Lina's direction, whispering something in his friends ear.

Something burns inside of me. It's an unfamiliar feeling, one I have never experienced.

I walk towards Lina, wrapping my hands around her hips from behind.

She doesn't make a move. What if I was another guy?

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