* TW : a***e, homophobic language *
AS soon as the door shut, Jayden’s face turned murderous. Behind him was Jace, who was holding Jamie’s thin wrist in a iron grip.
Jamie’s nose was bleeding.
Everything blurred around her but her cousin’s bleeding nose, the way her heart had fallen to her stomach, the way thoughts flew through her brain too fast for her to catch any of them.
“You,” Jayden said loudly, breaking her out of her daze, “Snuck out to a party. To Elena Rodriguez’s party. When you know you are not allowed to do any such thing.”
Avery swallowed, turning back to him slowly. “Jayden—”
“Shut up,” he snapped. “You are going to go to your room and stay there until we decide what to do with you. And rest assured, we will be telling mom. You won’t be getting off easy.”
“Jamie had
