Julian let out longsuffering sigh, throwing his backpack onto the ground before flopping onto the couch.
"Shove over," Orion said, absentmindedly crunching on a cookie. His nails tapped on his phone screen as he typed out a text one handed, nudging Julian's leg with his foot.
"Why?" Julian asked with a whine.
"My house, my rules."
Julian groaned, making a big show of scootching over, hand falling over his face dramatically.
"Jesus fucking Christ, even I saw how overdramatic that was," Charlie said from the kitchen, drinking a glass of orange juice.
"How do you know where the orange juice is?" Orion asked indignantly.
"I have my ways," Charlie responded.
"God, I never should've let you guys in here."
"Well, we couldn't exactly keep meeting at Amara's, now could we?" Charlie huffed.
"Yes, and that's all your fault," Orion shot back. "Maybe if you got out the back door faster, we wouldn't have been caught."
"Bitch I'm blind!" Charlie yelled. "Everyone was rushing, you're lucky I even made it down the stairs!"
"At least she only got grounded. It would suck if something happened to Amara because of us," Julian sighed, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. His phone chimed, and he picked it up quickly. "It's Eric, him, Ophelia and Harley are almost here. Have you heard from Eric?"
Orion nodded. "He'll be here soon, same with Kammal."
"What about Brandon?" Charlie asked, trying to keep his tone nonchalant. "Did he get his stupid ass killed by continuing to go to school?"
Suddenly, the door flew open. Brandon stood, silhouetted in the doorway by the darkening sky. "My stupid ass is very much alive!" He turned to the group with a lopsided grin.
"Hello all!" Brandon shouted jubilantly. "Guess who passed their science test with flying colours?"
