Angel Eyes | B x B x B |

Twenty-One

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When Owen woke up the next morning, David was nestled up against his side, his head resting on Owen's outstretched arm and his arm thrown sloppily over his own abdomen. Owen glanced around Wyatt's bedroom, his eyes searching for Wyatt. When he saw that Wyatt wasn't in the room, he carefully pried himself away from David, groaning quietly as he stretched his back and stood up. Owen walked carefully over to the door of Wyatt's bedroom, pulling it open and glancing out. He caught sight of Wyatt standing in his living room in a robe, his arms crossed over his chest. He was talking quietly, his face pulled up into an angry expression as he spoke in a low voice.

"Can you please keep your voice down? I do have neighbors." Wyatt said, his tone cool and low, an annoyed expression written all over his face.

"Is anyone else here?" Ezekiel's voice asked, making Wyatt shake his head.

"Does it look like anyone else is here?" Wyatt asked icily. He shifted his weight, his eyes sweeping around his living room. "What are you doing here? Do I look like I want to see you?"

"You never want to see me, what's new?" Ezekiel's voice asked, a sharp tone overtaking his voice. "I'm here because as your older brother it's my job to make sure you're okay."

"Okay? You're here to make sure I'm okay?" Wyatt asked skeptically, rolling his eyes. "That's hilarious. Don't agree, but when do I ever?"

"You're being a bitch." Ezekiel said, and Wyatt visibly tensed for a moment before he relaxed. To a point it was almost scary again.

"What do you want me to say?" Wyatt asked in a bored drawl, pulling his hand up to run his eyes over his nails. "I'm sorry that I'm such a bitch? Well, I'm not. I thought I made it clear when you called me seventeen million times that I didn't want you to bother me anymore. Can't you just leave me alone?"

"I'm your brother." Ezekiel said, making Wyatt frown. "I'm supposed to protect you from all the Owen's in the world."

"Yeah, you are. That's the boundary, you're my brother. Your weird obsession with keeping me isolated from men is annoying, unnecessary, and overbearing. So please, accept that." Wyatt said, his eyes roaming over to his door. When his eyes landed on Owen he quickly looked away from him. The silent acknowledgement that Wyatt knew he was there made his heart stall as he looked over him quietly.

"I already do," Ezekiel seethed, his hand shooting out to wrap around Wyatt's arm. "Why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult?" Wyatt jerked his arm out of Ezekiel's grasp, his eyes flaring with anger.

"I told you to back the fuck off, so fucking do it." Wyatt snapped, pushing him back away from him.

"I told you to stop being so fucking difficult!" Zeke snapped, his eyes flaring with anger as his hand gripped into Wyatt's arm again, rougher this time. Wyatt let out a little noise, his eyes narrowing as his hand landed on Ezekiel's chest and pushed him back again, his eyes darting over to Owen and shooting him a look. It clearly told him he didn't want him to come out of the bedroom, but he wanted to.

"I'm not being difficult. Please, remove your hand from me." Wyatt said coolly, his eyes narrowing. Ezekiel didn't, his grip seemed to even tighten as Wyatt winced a little. "I said remove your hand from me," He repeated, cool and collected despite the menacing look on Ezekiel's face.

"I'm not taking my hand off you until you fucking listen to me," Ezekiel said, making Wyatt huff angrily.

"I've been listening, and all you keep saying is a bunch of nothing. Am I meant to listen to you driveling on forever?" Wyatt asked, his eyes darkening. "You keep saying the same things. I keep being ignored. What's the point in listening if I'm the only one who's going to listen?"