“Andre! Hurry the fuck up, it’s time to go!”
There’s a curse, and a moment later, Andre rushes out of the bathroom, his hair a mess, shirt untucked, and he looks like he hasn’t slept all night.
Though to be fair, even as disheveled as he is, he doesn’t look nearly as roughed up as Paul. So that’s good, at least.
I move to Austen’s room, my little ducklings trailing behind me, chatting about meaningless bullshit.
I stop when I hear shouting that sounds like it’s coming from Austen’s room. I don’t think, I just act and sprint to his door and bang on it. The shouting continues, so I don’t think he heard me. I press my ear to the door to see if I can make out anything, but it’s all muffled. Cameron is yelling, so whatever they are fighting about… it sounds bad.
Panic hits as I wonder if this is it. If somehow shit has finally hit the fan between my brother and the man who’s head over heels for him.
I knock again, this time harder, as Mack comes to stand beside me.
“You hear that?” he asks, and I sigh.
“I’m not deaf, Mackenzie. Yes, I can hear them.”
Mack grunts out a pissy sound.
“Open the fucking door, Austen!” I yell, banging on the door again.
“Coming! Hold your damn horses!” Austen bellows, and the door flies open, knocking both me and Mack back. Austen charges out like a damn bull.
“Fuck you too, Austen,” Mack says as he rubs his shoulder.
“Sorry,” Austen says, slamming the door shut. He’s in a mood.
I glance at Mack and he meets my gaze. His eyebrows knit together as he looks back at Austen.
“Where’s Cam?” I ask as he crosses his arms, scowling.
“He’s not coming,” Austen yells, loud enough for Cameron to hear, I’m sure. The rest of the floor too, maybe.
Oh yeah, something definitely hit the fan.
The rest of the guys don’t say a word. Why would they? They idolize my brother. He’s the leader of their little group, even if he doesn’t realize it.
Austen takes off, and I walk a little faster to keep up with him. Mack flanks him on the opposite side, catching my gaze before speaking.
“Damn, trouble in the fan club?” Mack asks, and the sincerity in his voice is evident. Mack tries to play a tough guy for a lot of reasons, but if anyone’s close to Austen, aside from Cameron, it’s Mack. He knows my brother better than I do, which also pisses me off. I should be the one comforting my brother. Not him. But somehow watching him do so only makes my stupid heart flutter.
Don’t go there Alex. You won’t like the outcome,I remind myself.
Austen shoots Mack a bitter glare. “He’s not feeling well. Rough night.”
My brother says the words as cold as ice, and I just know.
I know because my brother has the same frigid glare that Mack had when he told me “no one can ever know about this.”
Austen and Cameron fucked… or something. One hundred percent. And now Austen’s pissed. Same way Mack is pissed, I’m guessing.
I freeze, my gaze flashing to Mack. I can’t take my eyes off him, and he knows it. He looks at me for a split second. It’s a flash, but it’s all I need to understand the unspoken words between us.
Paul, Andre, Trey, and Hudson stop behind me. One glance at them and I see the worry on their faces.
We all knew this was coming, but no one says a word, even though we’re all thinking the same thing.
“I know the feeling,” Paul says.
