“I just don’t want your fucking tissues. I’m fine. Just watch where you’re going next time,” he says, glaring down at me.
Another thing I hate about him is how I have to look up at him. Why couldn’t God have made me taller just so we could have an equal stare-off? I’m tall for a girl, but this guy’s lean frame still towers above me.
“I can see Hollywood has gotten its hands on you and made you so stuck-up already. What a shame.”
He crosses his muscular arms across his chest. “You’re one to talk, Drakos. I can catch your cockiness like it’s a disease.”
Oh, so I’m Drakos now. Doesn’t he know my first name? And me, cocky? I think he needs to spend more time looking in a mirror.
“I’m glad to know you’ve memorized my last name. Kinda giving me the impression that you’re a fan.” I smirk, giving myself a pat on the back for that one.
When did I turn so mean?
He rolls his eyes, not showing any emotion other than his annoyance. “Is that what you tell yourself while you’re falling asleep to your little fantasy at night, imagining that I’m thinking about you?”
God, this guy makes me so angry, angrier than I’ve ever felt.
“Yeah, I’m dreaming that you disappear.” I smile, showing him my pearly whites. “And let me tell you, I always wake up feeling satisfied.”
“You only want me to disappear because we’re close to beating you guys on the charts, so that’s your last option.” He sends me a smug look.
I’m not going to stand here and fight. That’s ridiculous.
“You like hearing yourself talk, don’t you? I’m done arguing with a man-baby over the job my brothers and I have mastered.” Turning away from his fuming body, I nearly jump back when I feel his hand enclose around my elbow.
“The only thing I find satisfying is knowing my bandmates and I are so close to beating you guys on the charts, and when we do, don’t come crying to me for help.”
I scoff, yanking away from his grasp, “You’re so full of yourself. We’ve been doing this since we were kids. There’s nothing you know that we don’t.” Glaring over my shoulder, I spit out, “But thanks for the warning. I’ll remember that when you fall to your knees.”
Striding away from him, not wanting to hear any more of his threats, I place a hand on my chest as my breaths come out in pants. This bickering is going to get old real fast.
CHAPTER8
LEVI
“He’s going to win,” Axel says excitedly while inching toward the edge of the couch. “He’s going to win,” he says low for a second time with a wild look on his face.
My eyes stay glued to the TV, hoping my favorite driver crosses the checkered flag first.
“He’s gonna win!” Stella exclaims from where she sits on Rowan’s lap.
I can’t help but smile over at my sister and find she’s already looking at me with pride. It’s adorable when she copies us. Stella thinks if she does, she’s like us.
Rowan grabs her tiny arm and waves it into the air while chanting, “He’s going to win! He’s going to win!”
Throwing her head back against his chest, she laughs.
Her giggle is music to my ears.
“And he wins!” Axel jumps up with his fist in the air as the black car zooms past the checkered flag first. “Stella, he won!” Running toward her, he snatches her from Rowan and throws her up in the air.
“He won! He won!” Stella yells.
As Axel dances around with her in his arms, Rowan and I fist-bump at the victory.
We’re currently watching my favorite sport, one of the few things that keeps me sane—motorsports.
There’s something about the sport that fills every vein in my body with adrenaline. Being a race car driver has always been a dream of mine since I was a kid. I would glide my race car across the floor and pretend I was driving while imagining everyone cheering for me.
