“So what? We’re project partners. It’s not like I’m dating him.”
“Project partners,” Landon scoffs. “Right. That’s why you were touching him like?—”
“Like what? Like a normal person having a fucking conversation?”
“Leila—” Knox starts, but he’s cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching quickly. Oh, fuck me. This day just gets better and better.
Jagger, Riven, and a few other guys are hurrying over from the direction of the athletic center, probably coming back from training. They’ve taken one look at the tense standoff happening in the hallway and are immediately moving in to flank Knox.
“Everything okay here?” Jagger asks.
Levi’s gaze shifts between the Gravepoint players, and I can practically see him cataloging threats. “Just having a conversation with our sister about boundaries.”
“Your sister seems pretty capable of setting her own boundaries,” Riven says quietly.
“Not when it comes to you assholes,” Landon snaps.
“Okay, that’s enough!” I step forward, putting myself firmly between the two groups. “Levi, Landon, we’re leaving. Now.”
“We’re not done talking about this,” Levi says, still glaring at Knox.
“Yeah, we are.” I grab both my brothers by the arms and start dragging them toward the exit. “Say goodbye to the nice hockey players.”
“Leila,” Knox calls after me.
“I’ll message you about the project,” I call back without turning around.
I manage to get my brothers outside before either of them can start World War III. Then once we’re on the steps of the building, I whirl around to face them. “What the hell are you two doing here?”
“Checking on our little sister,” Landon says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Without telling me? You can’t just show up at my school whenever you feel like it!”
“We can when you’re not answering our texts,” Levi points out.
“I was busy and woke up late. I would have called you later.”
“We were worried,” Landon says.
“So you drove an hour to spy on me?”
“Not to spy,” Levi corrects. “To investigate reports of suspicious activity.”
Landon snorts at his twin’s stupidity, but I cross my arms over my chest.
“What suspicious activity?”
“You flirting with enemy players,” Landon says. “In public. Where people can see.”
I stare at them, trying to process the level of overprotectiveness I’m dealing with here. “Are you serious right now?”
“Dead serious,” Levi says, but then he gets that look on his face. The one that means he thinks I’m being adorable instead of furious.
“Oh, don’t you dare,” I warn him.
“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he says, grinning.
“We forgot how tiny you get when you’re angry,” Landon adds, also smiling.
