OBSESSED WITH MY TRIPLET BROTHERS

CHAPTER FIVE

Tsunami

I glanced around.

It was quiet, and there was no one in sight. At the thought, my heart picked up speed again.

I and the triplets. All alone in a barely used classroom. They could do anything they wanted, to me.

“What just happened?” Logan asked straightforwardly. His face was a gloomy mask, his brown eyes so dark that I nearly keeled to the floor.

“W-what?” I stuttered, and gripped the edge of my skirt so hard that my knuckles turned white.

“Is that why you skipped lunch? So you can have some time with your…boyfriend?” Nolan asked, and I turned towards him sharply.

“Don't be ridiculous. Troy-” I began saying, when Logan cut me off.

“You are the one being ridiculous, Tsunami. You were about to kiss a boyfriend, whom you didn't tell us about.” He hissed, and I took a step back.

“He isn't my boyfriend!” I lashed out, my chest heaving. Their eyes narrowed, but I didn't back down.

“Or maybe he is, Tsunami.” Nolan chipped in, his voice calm. My legs swayed, at his words.

I was hurt. Their words hurt. They even called me by my full name.

“Oh,” I simply mumbled.

Rowan was watching me silently. “Why did you skip lunch?” He asked, after a while.

With an indignant face, I flared up. “I told Nolan already. I was studying with Troy.” I snapped.

“Of course. The same Troy who would've kissed you, if we hadn't arrived at the time we did.” Logan interrupted.

“He didn't-” I began saying, when Rowan cut me off.

“Oh, so you're defending him now?” Nolan asked, his eyes narrowing.

I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. They had no right to act this way. Although they were my brothers, I had the right to date whoever I wanted to. I was eighteen, for f**k's sake.

Except I didn't want to. I didn't want to date just- anyone. I wanted them.

When I opened my eyes again, three darkened gazes met mine.

I moved away from them, towards the door. “You know what? Think whatever you want to. I don't f*****g care.” And with that, I left the room, holding back the tears which threatened to spill.

…

The silence in the car was deafening throughout the ride back home. I sat on the passenger seat, with my hands hugging myself.

I didn't attempt to break the uncomfortable silence, looking out the window instead.

I didn't know why they were being difficult. Why were they so angry? Brothers weren't so overprotective of their sisters, were they?

I slipped out my phone, and scrolled absentmindedly through it. After moments of doing absolutely nothing on the phone, I threw it back into my bag.

I was aware of Rowan staring at me through the rearview mirror, but I was way past caring. In the past when we'd driven to school, I'd always wish time would drag on for a while longer. Just so I could be with them, in the car.

But at the moment, the one hour ride seemed like a long time coming. The tension in the car was so thick that I felt I could cut through it with a knife.

We pulled up at the mansion's gate, and drove through. I wasted no time in getting out of the car. Nor did I spare any of them a glance. As I hurried into the mansion, and through the living room, I could hear their heavy footsteps behind me.

I doubled my steps, until I got to the pathway that led to my room. And against my better judgment, I turned to look at them. I regretted them immediately. Their faces were still gloomy, but it now held a tinge of worry.

As I turned to enter my room, I felt a hand grab me, and pin me to the wall. It was Logan. Rowan stood to the side, as did Nolan.

“What are you doing?” I managed to whisper. My chest heaved, as I locked gazes with him.

“Doing what we should have done at school.” His words made me conjure different scenarios.

He brought his head down, a bit closer, and alarm bells went off in my head. I was suddenly conscious of his hold on my shoulder, of his warm breath against my face. Of the other two, who stood to the side.

They hadn't spoken, but I could feel the tension which hung in the air. My skin pebbled, when his warm breath fanned my bare neck.

“And what is that?” Another pathetic whisper left my lips.

I dipped my gaze, and gasped when he tilted it back towards him.

“Look at me, while I'm speaking to you, Nami.” He ordered in a low voice, and I almost swooned. I locked gazes with him, and almost wished I hadn't. His orbs held different emotions in them.

Anger. Pain. Desire?

I wasn't sure of the last one.

My legs felt like jelly, and I was sure I'd have buckled if he wasn't holding on to me.

“You belong to us, Nami. No one gets to touch you, except us.” He said possessively, and my stomach did an inward flip.

Unlike Troy, my heartbeat accelerated at his dominant words. I stole a quick glance at Logan and Nolan, and back at Rowan.

“I don't understand.” I whispered.

He bent his head towards mine. Closer. Closer.

Just when his mouth was a few inches away from mine, he stopped.

I opened my eyes which I'd closed, and looked at him almost in disappointment. His lips curved.

“What don't you understand?” His husky voice made my core throb, and I rubbed my legs against each other.

“Everything.” I said, placing my hand on the walk behind me, to steady myself.

Maybe I was hallucinating, but I saw something possessive flash across his eyes. But it disappeared so quickly that I thought it was an illusion.

“You don't know what you do to us, Nami.” He said, yet again, and my breath hitched.

I could feel my p***y dripping wet, at his suggestive words. If he moved a bit further, his mouth would brush against mine.

And when I thought it wouldn't, rationality finally kicked in. I pushed him away, and without sparing either of them a glance, I ran off.

***

It was evening, when I came out from my room again. Stars danced in the sky, illuminating the dark night.

I hugged myself, tucking my hands into my sweater's pocket.

I'd avoided the triplets all day, and as I walked, I hoped they wouldn't intercept me. I passed by the pack's fountain, and was about to continue moving when some muffled voices stopped me.

I've always trusted my instincts for as long as I could remember. Against my wish, my legs dragged me over.

As I rounded up on the big tree behind the fountain, my breath hitched. My eyes went as wide as saucers, and my lips parted.

The scene before me was one I'd never imagined.

“What's going on here?” I rasped.