Lucian
When he pointed towards Peyton, hinting at...whatever that was, I couldn’t help the “What?” that slipped out. Last time, when Dionne went off with Peyton alone, my siblings and I all gave him grief and kept our distance, but it was supposed to be just that. We were messing with him, like we always did when any of us acted out and it was all supposed to be a joke. But now? This had just gotten too real.
As we walked down the hallway, Peyton called out, asking us if anyone had seen the direction she went. His voice had that hopeful edge, but I kept my eyes straight ahead, not answering and neither did Hardin or Aspen.
Funny, we actually actually fighting ourselves over a girl. Something we thought we'd never do. We kept quiet, partly because none of us really had an answer, but als
