"Jagger, stop it! Wyatt's your best friend!" I remind him.
He grunts, nostrils flaring. It reminds me of a bull before a rider tries to mount him. "He should have thought about that before he took advantage of you behind my back!"
I step in front of Wyatt. "He didn't take advantage of me."
"Of course he did," Jagger insists.
Wyatt demands, "Willow, go to the main house."
I glance up at him. "You're already bloody and swollen. I'm not going to let him beat you up anymore."
"Who said I'm letting him beat me up? He already got his freebie punches in," Wyatt claims.
I'm horrified at this situation. "So you're both going to be bloody, bruised, and broken?"
"No. Just Wyatt," Jagger states.
I snap my head toward my brother. "Stop it! You're being childish."
Jagger points at me, his eyes blazing, roaring, "You're my little sister. He's supposed to be my best friend. There are consequences."
"We've already paid for our mistakes," I blurt out, my anger rebuilding, but this time only at my brother.
He scoffs, then shakes his head.
Tense silence fills the air for several long seconds.
Wyatt's low tone sends a chill through me when he says, "Willow, please leave."
I look up at him again. "This isn't all your fault. I lied and snuck around too. You weren't in a relationship all by yourself."
Wyatt's lips twitch. "No. But Jagger and I have to talk without you here."
"Relationship. Jesus," Jagger mutters under his breath.
I jab my finger in his chest. "Yes, Jagger! Relationship! And I love him, so stop being a jerk! Wyatt and I are adults. You don't get a say in this."
Another moment of tension builds, and my cheeks heat as I realize what I just said. I force myself not to look at Wyatt.
He cuts the silence first, begging, "Please go, Willow."
I glance at him again.
"It's fine. I'll call you after your brother and I finish," he assures.
"Oh, we're finished," Jagger mumbles.
"You're such a hypocrite," I toss out at him.
He jerks his head backward. "I'm the hypocrite?"
"Yes."
He snorts. "Why don't you fill me in about how I'm the hypocrite?"
"Gladly. You run around town, fucking anyone you want and never commit to any of them. You have a different set of rules when it comes to others than you do for yourself," I declare.
He gives me an arrogant look. "Doesn't make me a hypocrite."
