"What?" I ask, unable to believe he just interrupted the most important moment of my life.
"Jesus, where's the fire?" Wyatt tosses out in an annoyed voice.
"Mom wants you to start your homework," Jagger relays in his big-brother tone, pointing at me.
"I already did it," I tell him.
"When?"
"When I got home. Not that you're my ruler and need to know," I snap.
"Then go tell Mom so she can stop freaking out about it," he orders.
"No. You go tell her," I fire back.
"Not my business," he claims.
"You sure made it your business when you came out here," I accuse, pissed he took away my kiss.
He grunts. "Didn't really have a choice."
"Whatever," I mutter.
He turns toward Wyatt. "Why are you still out here? I already did your half."
Wyatt grabs the brush. "Was just helping Willow finish up. Since it's my fault she's out here."
"Actually, it's her fault she can't skip rocks and made a bet she couldn't win," Jagger points out.
I put my hand on my hip. "Why do you have to be such an insufferable, boot-stompin' jackass?"
Jagger smirks. "Huge words. Did you spend some extra hours in vocabulary class this week?"
"Jealous since you can barely read?" I taunt.
"Please. I read just fine," he claims.
"Want me to get the phonics flashcards out again?" Jagger had the hardest time learning to read out of all of the siblings. Mommade him use flashcards longer than any of us, and he hated them.
Wyatt snickers.
"What are you laughing at? You had to do them too," Jagger reminds him.
"Not as long as you, bro," Wyatt says.
"Whose side are you on?" Jagger asks, his eyes turning to slits.
Wyatt holds his hands in the air. "I plead the fifth."
Jagger glances between us, as if we've done something wrong, and my stomach flips.
"We just finished and were about to head to the house. So you can put your panties back on now," Wyatt interjects.
"Are you wearing any? Dad says your bruise is gonna be a big one," Jagger quips.
Wyatt's face falls.
I mutter, "You don't have to be such a jerk."
