Dare Kings

Chapter 4: Neighbors

Tristan's POV

Anticipation brewed through me as Jax started his car and drove away from the police officer.

I could see the anger radiating from his skin, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped.

Any moment now... Any moment...

And then it happened.

"I can't fucking believe you called me out, dude!" Jax snapped, his disbelief evident as he glanced at me while driving, and I responded with an indifferent grin, for I truly didn't care.

"I did what I had to do. He wanted our parents' number, and my dad already thinks I am an opprobrium, so it had to be done," I shrugged, leaning back in the car seat, dreading the rest of the ride.

I despised staying in one place for too long.

"You called me out before he threatened to call your dad! And FYI, my mom is a psycho, and she's going to kill me, literally!" He shouted with such attitude and bitterness. "Do you know how much that ticket is!!! You heard the cop!"

How could he be so enraged with me?

I did what needed to be done. I couldn't risk my dad banishing me during Thanksgiving, especially when my grandma's lasagna was on the line. Besides, Jax always seemed to overreact.

And my dad is always doing the most so I expected the lasagna as my punishment.

Thanksgiving was just a month away.

I pulled my headphones over my ears, drowning out his complaints with Lil T-jay's "Calling My Phone" blasting through my playlist.

I looked out the window at the blurred cars passing by before someone unexpectedly jostled my arm. What the fuck.

I turned to face Jax, feeling an urge to punch him, but my attention was drawn to his lips moving rapidly, spewing inaudible words.

I was not hearing a thing leaving his lips due to my headphones, and looked absurd, and with each passing second, he seemed stranger as he glanced at me.

Lowering my headphones, I caught snippets of his conversation. "THEN SHE-" I quickly put my headphones back on, refusing to engage.

Not today, devil, not today.

***

Carrying my suitcases, I made my way toward the rented house. It was decent, but I wouldn't have minded if it were a bit larger and had a basketball court-

Brendan leaned his arm on my shoulder, admiring the house. "This house is legit, bro," he said, browsing it. "So legit."

It was a modern two-story house with a spacious lawn where I could show off my perfectly chiseled muscles while sunbathing.

I wondered which lucky girls lived nearby.

We entered the house, and I headed straight to my bedroom to unpack.

After taking a shower, I went downstairs to join the others in the living room, and saw that they were already indulging in pizza, and I raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "When did you guys get pizza?" I asked, settling next to Brendan on the couch and grabbing a slice.

They were already dressed in shorts, shirtless, showing off their equally chiseled bodies, just like me.

I was about to say something, but a voice caught my attention from outside. A soothing voice.

I pulled back the curtains to see a figure standing on the lawn of the neighboring house, their hand to their ear, seemingly waiting.

"What are you looking at?" Brendan asked, turning to gaze outside, pressing his feet into the couch and his hands on the backrest. "Holy fuck!" He groaned, snapping his head around so fast I could hear it. "Why the fuck did you give me a wedgie?"