The twins glare at Baylee. Baylee's grey-blue eyes stare, fixated menacingly upon me.
"Get out," Baylee growls through his teeth.
I just glare at him.
"C'mon, Brayd. Lets just go," Quill muttered, grabbing my elbow.
"No!" I snap at him. He lets go of my elbow and retreats to his brother.
I swivel back around to face Baylee. It's hard to be mad at him because he looks so much like his baby brother, Riley, my boyfriend.
"Baylee, I don't see why you can't just be happy for Riley. For me. He's happy. He hasn't been happy for a long time. I made him happy," I say. "I love him," I add in a whisper.
"Brayd, I said no. You cannot go out with my little brother. You're dangerous. I don't want Riley to get hurt."
"She is getting better. She isn't blowing up as much anymore. I can't see why you wont just be nice about this," Quinn snaps.
"Shut it, Avery," Baylee hisses back.
Quinn swells with anger, and I yell, "Leave him out of this!"
Baylee grins. He has finally found a chink in my heavy armor.
"Got a crush on Avery, do you?" He laughs savagely. "Which one?"
I glare. "I don't like him."
Baylee ignores me and keeps going. "Which one? Because I believe that Quinn has had a bit of a liking towards you for a while. But Quill doesn't seem to have his eye on anyone else, at the moment."
Quill grabs hold of my arm, his fingertips digging into my skin. "Let's just go before you do something stupid."
"I'm going to do something stupid. Get out, I don't want you two getting hurt."
"Brayd, come on," Quill growls through gritted teeth. Quinn comes to his brother's aid and takes hold of my other arm. I grimace and fight them off.
Riley walks in his face shining with happiness. He takes one look at me and runs to get the twins off of me.
"Get out!"I scream. "Get away from me!"
"She's having a moment!" Quill yells. "Maybe you can calm her down, Riley. Please help."
Riley stretches his hand toward me. "Brayd, hon, come off it." I feel the anger welling inside me and my face gets threateningly hot. Quill yelps and lets go of my arm, blisters forming on his hand.
If Riley is worried, he doesn't show it. He looks straight into my eyes with his own startlingly blue ones. "Please calm down. You don't want to do this again, do you?" He takes a step towards me, his hand now a foot from me.
"Don't come any closer,"I beg. "I can't control this."
"I trust you," his voice is strong and he doesn't look afraid. If he knew what was good for him he would be afraid of me. Afraid of the monster that I keep concealed inside me.
"Well, don't. Don't trust me," I growl.
"Brayd, don't be stupid." He comes closer and his hand touches my arm. He, like Quill, removes his hand immediately from my red hot skin.
And I explode.
