Peyton
Those words hung in the air, twisting everything into slow motion. Landre had just pointed at me, practically accusing me of ruining Dionne.
I and my brothers practically but I couldn't deny the fact that he was talking about me. I could feel my stomach drop as all my brothers turned to look at me, their eyes sharp and questioning, all waiting for an explanation. I wanted to tell him to get lost, maybe even call him a pathetic loser right there in front of everyone but his words hit deeper than I wanted to admit, and seeing my brothers’ faces only made it worse. Seriously, what kind of psycho is this guy? I thought, watching Dionne turn and walk away, her shoulders hunched.
*See what you caused,* I muttered inwardly, glaring daggers at Landre. All I wanted was to follow Dionne,
