I'm With The Boys

Chapter Nine

Lucas's POV

Groaning, I rub my face with my hands, feeling something splatter on my face. Slowly, I sit up and look in my mirror, and let out a scream. My face is covered in whipped cream and has profanities written all over it.  And a penis is drawn so the head is by my mouth. Callan will pay for this.

Jesse rushes into my room, a frown on her face, squinting her eyes. Guess I woke her up. Oops. She takes a closer look at me and cracks up.

"I think that's an improvement. Don't you agree, Jesse?" Callan says, standing right behind Jesse.

"Uh... y-yeah." Jesse blurts out, blushing crimson, looking a lot more awake and alert.

My eyes eyes narrow at how close Callan is standing to my sister and glance between them suspiciously. "Did you help Jesse?" I demand.

She stares at me incredulously. "You think I'd get up this early to do something as immature as that." She gestures at my face and turns to Callan. "It's still funny though." Jesse reaches into Callan's back pocket and get out his phone, typing in his password and snapping a shot of Lucas. She does something on the phone with a small smirk on her face, before putting it back in Callan's pocket.

Callan has a smirk on his face. "Jesse, if you wanted to grope my sexy arse, you just had to ask."

"Oh Callan, I thought your arse belonged to me." Winking, she grabbed his ass in her hands and squeezed.

Callan stiffens. Jesse stands on her tiptoes and kisses Callan's cheek. Nervously, she laughs and walks out of my bedroom.

Suspicion and anger at their flirting causes me to yell at Jesse's retreating figure. "Get your arse back up here!"

Jesse freezes, hesitating. Before I can say another word, Callan turns and heads after her, closing my bedroom door. That arsehole.

After five minutes, I hear them come to a stop outside of my bedroom. Frowning, I try to see if I can hear anything, but I'm met with silence. Gritting my teeth at the possibilities of what Callan could be doing to my sister, I yell, "Jesse! Callan!"

They enter my room, not looking at one another, which causes me to glare at Callan. Callan simply glares back. He knows he's going to pay for whatever he did to Jesse.

"Should I get out so you can be alone?" Jesse snickers, causing me to turn my glare away from Callan to Jesse instead.

"Jesse, go get me some of your make up removal shit stuff." I snap at Jesse, so that she leaves the room and I can have some words with Callan.

Jesse glares at me, flashing her middle finger at me. She's just as charming as usual, I see. "Since you asked so nicely." Jesse sneers at me, stomping out of my room like an immature five year old.

As soon as she's out of sight and hearing distance, I scowl angrily at Callan. "What the fuck was that?" I demand.

"What was what?" Callan plays ignorant.

"Whatever was going on between you and my sister." I snarl.

"I was just being friendly."

That was not "friendly". In any way."

"Yeah. I know." Callan rakes a hand through his hair, a smile on his face.

That smile pushes me over the edge. "I swear to God if you even think about touching her again in any way, I will kill you!"

Suddenly, Callan becomes serious. "I won't hurt her! I'll never hurt her."

"Too late for that! You've already hurt her before!" I snap at him.