HE’S WORRIED
I detested arguing, and Kent had a way of pushing my buttons. I reach home before him, descend the stairs ahead of him, and open the front door first.
"Hey, Julianna," Mark calls out from the living room where he and Kyle are engrossed in a game of Call of Duty on the Xbox. My brother is quite the gamer, but it's not really my thing.
"Hey," I sigh, unzipping my sweater to relieve the warmth and placing my bag on a dining room chair. I head to the kitchen and grab a glass of water from the cabinet. After taking a sip, I hear Mark instructing them to pause the game.
"You're a lifeguard?" Kyle puts his controller down on the coffee table and looks at me.
"Yeah, that's where I work. I also teach people how to swim," I reply with a casual shrug.
"So, are you like David
