Chapter 6
Brett
If looks could kill, my brother would be a corpse right now. He glances at me, reads my face, then looks back to Austin, now toying with at her braid and fidgeting on the couch.
“I should probably go-”
“Don’t you move, Austin.”
“What the f**k is this?” Will leans against the banister with a stupid smile.
I know he’s either stoned or drunk. There’s a haze to his eyes and when Austin leans over to close the pizza box, his eyes stroke over her body. I don’t like him eye-f*****g her. I don’t like him barging in. I don’t like how he talks to her or looks at her. I hate that he’s purposely ignoring the fact he clearly interrupted something.
I hate it all and I’d be so happy to toss him in his room and lock him there if it means rewinding this s**t and getting an actual ans
