bianca (the next morning)
i wake up to brielle shaking my lightly. i open my eyes and look at her.
"your brother is going to kill you." she whispers. i frown and rub my eyes.
"why?" i ask.
"you and Jack were cuddling. derek just pulled Jack out." she says. just then, the door opens.
"you weren't even supposed to be here, bianca." he exclaims. i groan.
"can you leave me alone?" i ask. he closes the door.
"you know how i feel about you being with my friends." he says.
"we didn't anything, derek." i roll my eyes.
"i don't care. i specifically didn't want you here for that reason." he says.
"you need to ease up." i say.
"your staying at delaney's the rest of the time here." he says. i roll my eyes and throw the blanket off of me and get up. i grab my phone, keys and bag. i also grab my shoes.
"fuck you." i mumble, walking past derek. i walk downstairs and outside. i walk to my car and unlock it, throwing all my shit in there and then getting in. as i back out, i see derek and brielle at the door. brielle begins to yell at derek as i drive away.
"hey siri. call sissy." i say. it chims and then begins to call delaney. she answers after two rings.
"yes ma'am." she says.
"i'm coming over. i'll explain when i get there." i say. she laughs.
"okay. see you soon." she says. i say bye and then hang up.
-an hour later-
"he's just being protective, b." delaney says, handing me the cup of tea.
"i know. but he could ease up a little." i say. she sighs.
"your our baby sister. we're supposed to be extra protective of you." she says. i roll my eyes, taking a drink from the mug.
"whatever. i just think it's a little excessive to not let me stay at his place anymore." i say. she nods.
"that is." she agrees.
"speaking of, do you need to get your stuff?" she asks. i nod.
"we'll go a little later." she says. i nod. we then begins to watch whatever is playing on the tv.
-later that night-
"do you have a key?" i ask delaney. she nods, handing me her keys.
"be right back." i say. she nods and i then jog up to the door. i know some of the guys are here because their cars are in the driveway. i just dont see jacks. i stick the key in the lock and quickly unlock the door. i push it open and stop. sammy, johnson, hayes and swazz are all staring at me
"we thought someone was breaking in." sammy says. i laugh
"i just came to get my stuff." i say. they nod. i close the door and then quickly jog upstairs to my room. i open my door and walk inside, leaving it partially open. i then pack all my stuff up and set the stuff by the door.
"need some help?" i hear some ask. i turn around and there stands jack.
"we are not supposed to be talking." i say, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"i just asked if you needed help." he says with a laugh
"no..uh....im fine." i say. he nods
"nice outfit." he motions to me. i look down. im still wearing his shirt, i just put leggings on.
"do you want it back?" i ask. he nods. i begin to pull it off
"no-bianca." i feel his hands grab the shirt. he pulls it down and laughs
"not right now, just give it to me later." he says
"your right." i nod.
"where are you staying?" he asks
"delaney's." i say. he nods
"just bring me my shirt later tonight. johnson and i are gonna head out soon." he says. i nod again. he nods and begins to walk out.
"oh and by the way, your kinda crazy drunk. i like it." he winks and then walks out. i smile and shake my head. even after almost being murdered, he still flirts. the guts on that one, i swear.
