"I know but that's so boring! We do that every year." Sara responds to Amie as she takes a bite of her scrambled eggs. The green eyed girl rolls her eyes as she takes a sip of the orange juice from her glass cup. One of her manicured pinkies lifting subconsciously as she tilts her head back to get the last drop.
"Fall break is every year. I don't know what else you expect." Kalen shrugs as he leans his back against the chair, staring at the blue haired beauty from across the table as he crosses his arms.
"Guys, I know that. I'm just saying that maybe we should make a different theme for it. Maybe even require a dress code or something." She huffs, her fingers tapping against the table as her other palm holds her cheek.
"We save dress code for holidays like Halloween. Do you mean having a masquerade ball or something?" Devon asks, lighting a cigarette, causing Y/n to cough next to him, purposefully blowing the smoke to reach her face as he turns his head.
"Can you not smoke at the table?" Carter asks with a stoic expression, not even giving a glance as he swipes through his phone. Devon switches his gaze to Carter who sat on his right, next to Y/n.
"In my house? Since when has it ever been a problem, Carter?" He smirks.
"Yes! A masquerade would be perfect!" Sara beams, clasping her hands together as she smiles widely.
"S'not a problem, just thought you would have proper etiquette. Guess I was wrong." A fist slams against the table as fiery red eyes bore into silver ones. The cigarette drops in the ash tray, long forgotten. Sara and Amie continue their conversation as the boys glare at each other, Kalen switching his gaze to Carter in confusion. Y/n eyes widen at the interaction displaying in front of her.
"Get up." Devon demands as he stands from his seat, walking to a different room and exiting the kitchen, Kalen and Carter following behind. Sara brought Y/n's attention to their planning.
As they walk down the hall, Carter is suddenly slammed against the door of one of the rooms.
"She's changing you." Devon growls. "You trying to be tough or something? Show off to your first catch, huh?" His nails pierce into Carter's skin through his shirt as he grips his shoulders. Kalen towers over with his arm above Carter's head, elbow meeting the wall as he glares down.
"Do we need to do something about this, Carter?" The purple eyed male inquires, tilting his head as he mocked confusion.
Carter's teeth grits as he balls his fists, squeezing as blood is drawn.
"You're going to make her run away. It's pissing me off that none of you, except Sara, are acting accordingly." He mumbles, biting his lip as he restrains his anger.
Devon uses one of his hands to grab Carter's chin before roughly bringing him into a kiss, sloppily lapping for control as Carter responds angrily. When he pulls back, a line of saliva connects, neither doing anything to wipe it away as it disconnects on its own.
"You're worrying too much. We've already claimed her so you better chill out. I won't hesitate to fix the problem." He growls. Carter shoves him back.
"She's not like the others. The rest of us. Fear won't bring her to submission, she'll only just run away!" He exclaims quietly.
"Who's to say we'd let her escape, Carter? Whether she likes it or not she's been chosen so what's your deal?" Kalen's eyebrows furrow as he crosses his arms.
"You don't get it. The way we became connected is different. She's normal. More normal than us. She's not going to like the way we handle things, but I want her. I have to have her! I can't risk messing things up or else she won't want me." Devon rolls his eyes.
"Either way, she's going to figure out the real you. She's going to have no choice but to accept or face the consequences. She either gets used to us now or later." Kalen responds.
"Yeah, so you should act accordingly before I have to send you to the basement. You know how this goes so you better respect me. She might be yours, ours even, but you're mine. You've been mine. So watch yourself Carter, before I have to take matters into my own hands." Devon gives one last shove before walking off.
Carter looks to the side as he feels the familiar lump in his throat. Kalen sighs as he pulls him into a tight embrace, kissing his forehead as he caresses his hair.
"Come on, you know you're our good boy. Stop acting up over something so trivial."
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