Finish Line

16

To say the least, I hate Belle Thomas. As does Max and Derek, as well as Dylan. Or so I thought. Allow me to catch you up on why I hate Belle Thomas.  

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It started in my kitchen. Dylan made a broad entrance into the house. Max and Derek were seated at the island while I made a pot of mac n' cheese for our eating pleasures. I hadn't spoke to Dylan since he flipped out about Belle Thomas on the phone yesterday. 

He doesn't greet me, he heads straight for Max, "We need to talk, now." 

His tone is serious and firm. Max looks taken aback by it. I watch as he begins to whisper back and forth with Max. They slowly exit the house and step outside. I give Derek a confused look. 

"I know as much as you do at this point Raim," He holds his hands up in defense. I nod and return to my pasta. I stir, with my back facing the door and we suddenly hear a scream come from the deck. We both turn our heads to look outside, where we see a shocked Max and a panicking Dylan. 

"Everything okay out there," Derek calls through the glass. They both snap they're heads up to us and shake their heads at each other. They give no response. Just turn back to each other and continue to panic. I role my eyes at this. Idiots. 

They soon step back inside, once they've composed themselves. Max pulls Derek aside and shares the information with him. I'm patiently waiting for someone to tell me the news but it never happens. Derek panics for a moment before Max calms him down. I finish the noodles and add the cheese. I look around as all three of them secretly whisper about whatever the crisis is. 

"Excuse me, boys, if you could please stop being gossip girls and tell me what the hell is going on that would be much appreciated," I finally snap at them. 

They all snap their heads up towards me. I stand firm, with my hands on my hips. 

"You're hot when you're mad," Dylan smirks. I roll my eyes at this and focus on the other two. 

"Seriously dude? Now?" Max scolds. 

"She does," Dylan defends, the smirk still evident on his lips. I roll my eyes again and continue on my pasta. I give up trying to discover what the secret is because with Dylan I will get nowhere. 

I can feel his eyes on me, while I'm turned around making pasta. They burn against my back, making me want to melt. I stand firm and continue on my pasta. I jet my hip out slightly, if he's gonna look might as well get a view. Maybe I'll wear him down enough and he'll tell me. Flirting is my best bet here. 

"Not gonna work, Jules," Dylan catches onto my game before I even begin to play. Damn it. I toss of bowl of pasta at him and then to the other two. 

I toss my hands up in surrender. 

"Can you all please just tell me what's going on?" I ask sweetly, practically begging on my knees. Derek and Max both look at Dylan for approval and he shakes his head. 

"Not now, when we figure everything out, then yes we'll tell you but for now just keep making pasta," He says before sliding out from the island and slipping out the door. 

I look to Derek and Max for help but they both divert their eyes to the floor. I glare at them angrily before storming dramatically upstairs to my room. I can hear them talking downstairs but I can't make out what they're saying. 

I lay down on my bed and think of all the possibilities the secret could be. Finally, my mind tires out and I fall fast asleep. 

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