"Sorry. That was low," Jagger quickly apologizes.
"It's fine. Let's get out of here," Wyatt says, taking a few steps toward the exit.
I don't move.
Jagger steps next to him, offering, "Want me to get a ring cushion for you?"
"Nah. I'm fine," Wyatt states, then continues moving forward. He gets to the end of the aisle and stops. He turns his head anddeclares, "Willow, you better get inside before your mom calls the rangers."
Disappointment, irritation, and anger toward my brother, heat my blood. I stomp past them and out of the barn. I head toward the house and run into Mason on the way.
"Mom wants you to do your homework," he says.
I fire back, "I already did it!"
He holds up his hands. "Jeez. I'm just the messenger. No need to be a little brat and have a temper tantrum."
"Ugh! Shut up." I push past him.
I get inside and go into the family room.
"There you are! How much homework do you have?" Mom asks.
"I already did it," I snap.
Her eyes widen.
"Don't disrespect your mother," Dad booms from behind me.
I jump from the sheer force of his voice.
"She's in a mood," Jagger states, walking into the room.
I glare at him.
"Don't harass your sister," Dad orders.
"Whatever. Anyway. Wyatt and I are going into town for a bit," my brother announces.
"For what?" I ask.
"None of your business."
"Answer the question anyway," Dad demands.
I smirk at Jagger.
He focuses on Dad. "Bonfire at The Waverlys'."
"You're going to Chelsea's?" I blurt out, feeling ill.
"Not talking to you," he replies.
"It's a school night," Mom reminds him.
He shrugs. "There are only a few weeks of school left, and I already did my homework."
"It's still a school night," I argue, sure I'll die if Wyatt goes to Chelsea's.
