--My POV--
I wiped away the smile and tried not to blush anymore as I walked into the kitchen. Everyone stared at me with one eyebrow raised.
Me: hi?
Jared: where you been, Kaya?
Me: beach.
Paul: and with who?
Me: myself?
Quil: who was that guy that was carrying you here?
Me: a guy I met on the beach.
Kwoli: what’s his name?
Me: Evan
Kwoli: Dantes?
Me: that’s him
Kwoli: I approve.
Everyone but Seth and Koda: ditto
Me: ohhhhhhhhhk?
Seth: well, I don’t.
Kola: you don’t get a say in this.
Seth: why don’t I?
Jake: why do you care? You were the one killing her in the first place.
Embry: go run back to your Kayla.
Me: guys! Stop! Thank you guys for fighting my battles and being on my side, but no thanks. I want to fight my own battles, my way. Seth, I like Evan. You like Kayla. Just leave it at that. Everybody wins.
Koda: I don’t mama.
He runs into my arms and starts to cry. I carry him outside and sit on the porch