It was slammed shut before I could exit.
“You’re not leavin’ until we work this out,” he warned.
“Let me go, Jasper.”
“We need to talk about this.”
“I don’twantto talk about this,” I hissed. “Let me go.”
“This isn’t how we do shit, Violet. We hash it out.”
“Well, I don’t want to hash it out. I want to leave.”
He removed his hand from the door, and I pulled it open, escaping.
Sort of.
He still followed me to my car and waited for me to get in and drive away before heading back to his apartment, but I chose to ignore his gallantry because he’d been a total dick five minutes before. After pulling into my driveway, I walked inside, and went straight up to my room.
I had about four minutes alone before Drake knocked on my door and walked inside. “Are you coming with me?”
“I’m not going at all,” I said, sitting in my overstuffed chair and opening my laptop.
He frowned, leaning against my doorframe. “You love family night. You sick?”
“Nope.”
“Where’s Aero?”
“At home, I expect.”
“You guys in a fight?”
I met his eyes over the laptop screen. “I’m good. You go without me.”
“Does Dad know you’re not going?”
“I’m sure he’ll figure it out.”
“Well, then, I’m sticking around.”
“Drake,” I breathed out. “You don’t need to babysit me. I’m fine.”
“Yeah, well, until I hear that from Dad, I’m not leaving.”
I heard pipes and raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like we’ll hear from him in a minute.”
He pushed away from the door with a nod.
“Close my door, please,” I said, and focused back on my laptop.
A few minutes later, I heard the beep of the alarm and listened for a while to see if anyone came looking for me. They didn’t, so I let out a sigh of relief. It looked like I had the house to myself and decided a glass, or a bottle, of wine was in order.
Setting my laptop aside, I kicked off my shoes, then made my way downstairs. The house was eerily quiet as I grabbed a bottle of red off the rack and grabbed the opener.
“Hey, baby,” Aero said, and I screamed, throwing the corkscrew at him, nailing him in the chest. “Fuck!” he hissed, rubbing his chest.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped.
