even bother trying to deny it. I heard the bloody window open,’ he muttered under his breath. ‘And just for the record, if the window needs to be opened, you can do it standing on the floor. You don’t need to be in one of your best outfits and standing on the ledge.’
I laughed. ‘This isn’t one of my best outfits.’
He rolled his eyes. ‘You know what I mean.’
I paused for a moment, thinking. I didn’t think he would be such a mamma’s boy about this. Don’t get me wrong—I loved my adopted brother, but he could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.
The only thing he did that was morally questionable was usually because he had tagged along with me and Kayla. It was only in these rare moments when he truly let his hair down (so to speak) that I caught glimpses of the fun-loving guy inside. Still, like me, he hadn’t indulged in many of the things a teenager of his age could, hence why the closest he had come to rubbing up against a girl was falling asleep on top of one of his Playboy magazines.
I looked quickly back at the clock again.
I don’t have time for this now .
‘Okay, okay,’ I said, pressing a finger to my lips in an effort to get him to keep his voice down. ‘I was sneaking out, but come on, you know that I’ll be safe and I can’t miss tonight! I have to go! Kayla will be disappointed if I don’t. In fact, she’s waiting in her car down the street right now.’
I saw his eyes flick away to look out the window and down the street upon mentioning Kayla’s name. Lucas had always had a bit of a thing for her, but had never plucked up the courage to come out and say so. I’d never pushed the issue either. It was just too ‘icky’ to imagine.
All I wanted to do was have a good time tonight which was obviously going to be short lived if I didn’t invite him along.
I sighed. I couldn’t do it. Kayla would kill me if I dragged him along to another night out just for the sake of blessed silence. With all of the drugs, alcohol, boys, and steamy make out sessions at the rave tonight, I knew he would be like the big brother chaperone from hell.
Make room everyone, buzzkill coming through.
‘Lucas. I’d planned to go to this rave over a month ago. I can’t wig out on Kayla now, she’ll end up just going by herself and that would be dangerous. I promise I won’t get up to any mischief—strictly dancing only and no funny business. I promise that I’ll come home no later than four or five.’ I crossed my fingers behind my back.
His blue eyes locked onto mine again and he sort of smiled, expectantly. I’d seen this sort of smile before and I didn’t like where his head was at.
He’s not coming.
The last time Lucas had guilted me into taking him along on one of our nights out, it ended quite badly. Needless to say there was a wedding dress involved, a bottle of tequila, a stolen golf cart which later ended up in some random’s swimming pool, a black eye, a couple of stitches, and to top it all off, a night spent at the police lock-up.
No need for further details.
‘I won’t stay out for too long, I promise.’ I said, pouting lips. ‘Oh, and please don’t tell Susan and George, they’ll kill me. I just want to have a little fun tonight. Please, Lucas … pretty please? I’ll do your chores for a month.’
He snorted. ‘You’ll end up having to do those anyway when you get caught.’
Undoubtedly.
‘Come on, It’ll be fine.’
‘It’s not you I’m worried about, dickhead—it’s the other people,’ he said, still smiling. ‘Where is this rave anyway?’
‘Does it matter?’
‘Only if you don’t want me to tag along with you. Besides, someone needs to know where you are in case something goes wrong.’
‘What could possibly go wrong?’
Besides you blowing my cover and getting me grounded for even longer?
I thought about what I’d just said for a second, my mind lingering on the details of my parent’s conversation in the garden, and I shuddered
I laughed. ‘This isn’t one of my best outfits.’
He rolled his eyes. ‘You know what I mean.’
I paused for a moment, thinking. I didn’t think he would be such a mamma’s boy about this. Don’t get me wrong—I loved my adopted brother, but he could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.
The only thing he did that was morally questionable was usually because he had tagged along with me and Kayla. It was only in these rare moments when he truly let his hair down (so to speak) that I caught glimpses of the fun-loving guy inside. Still, like me, he hadn’t indulged in many of the things a teenager of his age could, hence why the closest he had come to rubbing up against a girl was falling asleep on top of one of his Playboy magazines.
I looked quickly back at the clock again.
I don’t have time for this now .
‘Okay, okay,’ I said, pressing a finger to my lips in an effort to get him to keep his voice down. ‘I was sneaking out, but come on, you know that I’ll be safe and I can’t miss tonight! I have to go! Kayla will be disappointed if I don’t. In fact, she’s waiting in her car down the street right now.’
I saw his eyes flick away to look out the window and down the street upon mentioning Kayla’s name. Lucas had always had a bit of a thing for her, but had never plucked up the courage to come out and say so. I’d never pushed the issue either. It was just too ‘icky’ to imagine.
All I wanted to do was have a good time tonight which was obviously going to be short lived if I didn’t invite him along.
I sighed. I couldn’t do it. Kayla would kill me if I dragged him along to another night out just for the sake of blessed silence. With all of the drugs, alcohol, boys, and steamy make out sessions at the rave tonight, I knew he would be like the big brother chaperone from hell.
Make room everyone, buzzkill coming through.
‘Lucas. I’d planned to go to this rave over a month ago. I can’t wig out on Kayla now, she’ll end up just going by herself and that would be dangerous. I promise I won’t get up to any mischief—strictly dancing only and no funny business. I promise that I’ll come home no later than four or five.’ I crossed my fingers behind my back.
His blue eyes locked onto mine again and he sort of smiled, expectantly. I’d seen this sort of smile before and I didn’t like where his head was at.
He’s not coming.
The last time Lucas had guilted me into taking him along on one of our nights out, it ended quite badly. Needless to say there was a wedding dress involved, a bottle of tequila, a stolen golf cart which later ended up in some random’s swimming pool, a black eye, a couple of stitches, and to top it all off, a night spent at the police lock-up.
No need for further details.
‘I won’t stay out for too long, I promise.’ I said, pouting lips. ‘Oh, and please don’t tell Susan and George, they’ll kill me. I just want to have a little fun tonight. Please, Lucas … pretty please? I’ll do your chores for a month.’
He snorted. ‘You’ll end up having to do those anyway when you get caught.’
Undoubtedly.
‘Come on, It’ll be fine.’
‘It’s not you I’m worried about, dickhead—it’s the other people,’ he said, still smiling. ‘Where is this rave anyway?’
‘Does it matter?’
‘Only if you don’t want me to tag along with you. Besides, someone needs to know where you are in case something goes wrong.’
‘What could possibly go wrong?’
Besides you blowing my cover and getting me grounded for even longer?
I thought about what I’d just said for a second, my mind lingering on the details of my parent’s conversation in the garden, and I shuddered
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