The Triple Threat

Triple Conversations

**Hello fellow Wattpaders!! It feels like its been forever!! I hope you like this chapter, it probably wouldn't be out for at least another week if it wasn't for a certain someone, therefore this chapter is dedicated to him!! Thanks for encouraging me Quezzy.**

P.S This isn't fully edited, so I apologize if there are any mistakes!!

Chapter Ten...........Triple Conversations

"You guys wanted to talk to me?" I asked my parents as I slid into a comfy arm chair with my black and pink Nike athletic shoes cradled in the crook of my left arm. I really don't feel like engaging in another conversation with my folks, I'm sure they won't tell me what I want to know, and frankly, I'm ready to go out with the guys and pummel a punching bag until my knuckles bleed.

"Yes, we have a lot to discuss Robyn. But first, how are you feeling? And second why were there three boys in our home yesterday?" Dad asked me in a curious, yet mildly accusing manner, getting straight to the point. I answered the first question with ease, I'm feeling a lot better since I've had a shower, but this is where I start to get nervous, how do I explain to my parents that three dangerous guys recruited me into their exclusive "bad boy" group? Although I suppose I can't call it a bad "boy" group anymore.

"Uh, you see it's kind of complicated, but to put it simply the boys decided that they should befriend me. I really have no idea why, as a matter of fact I was about to find out yesterday." I said pointedly , narrowing my eyes at my mom and dad for intruding on my conversation just when I was starting to get some type of answers. I can't believe I was so close, yet so far away. Maybe, just maybe the guys will give me more answers today while we train. Speaking of training, how do they even know that I love training? Based on the looks they exchanged before they told me, either they were just ecstatic to go out, or they knew that putting me in a gym full of equipment would be like placing a plate full of cupcakes in my face. Kind of contradictory, right?

"Well are you comfortable with having them around you? They seem to follow you everywhere, hell they even slept on the floor of your room last night! One of them wanted to sleep in your bed with you, he said it was and I quote 'a precautionary measure' since you passed out yesterday. But I told him he could either sleep on the floor, or outside." my mom ranted in one big breath. Jeez, this lady can fuss! I had to stifle a laugh at her facial expression, her whole face is red and her mouth is set in a tight ball, but her nose is the funniest part, the nostrils are flared so large that I think I can see a part of her brain! And I'm sitting on the other side of the room from her.

One glance at my dad and I can tell he's thinking the same thing I am, that he is undoubtedly the cooler parent. This just makes me want to laugh harder, but I know that laughing wouldn't be a good idea, so I duck my head down and begin to put on my shoes and tie them while I answer my mother.

"It's ok mom, they're not as annoying as you think, well not all of them" I told her, thinking about Tristan and his idiotic ways, now that I think about it, he was probably the one to suggest sleeping in my bed. "Besides, I think it's sweet that they all stayed last night, as weird as it is for me to admit it, I trust them."

And with that ladies and gentlemen, both of my parent's jaws proceeded to stop working and just drop to the floor. It's quite a sight actually, two billionaire moguls (yes, both of them are worth billions) usually so presentable and proper, looking as much in disbelief as they would if I just told them Apple was going out of business. I can't blame them though, it takes a lot for me to trust someone. So for me to trust three guys in about three days is real cray cray.

Just then the guys came downstairs with Jaz and Brooke trailing behind them, openly staring at the boys' asses. So help me, if they don't avert their gazes I will be forced to stick my Nike-clad foot down their throats!