Maddox
I woke up to the sound of my blaring alarm.
Yes, my alarm. On Monday. Voluntarily. At seven in the morning.
This was, conservatively, the third time in four years I had woken up on time on a school day, and on the previous two occasions I'd been physically ill or actively on fire. Today was different. Today I had a mission, and the mission had blonde hair and green eyes and had texted me last night until eleven thirty about a fat orange cat she'd apparently helped Rhett paint, which — fine. I'd come back to that one later. One brother at a time.
The point was: today, I was driving Summer to school.
Grounded or not. Going to school was allowed and I could absolutely take her there and back without violating my house arrest.
I was halfway down the stairs and when I ran into Sera
