𝙒𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝙐𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙄𝘼 𝙋𝙊𝙇𝙄𝘽𝙄𝙊

fourteen.

It was pure silence and tension through out the whole car ride. I was mad for so many reasons, number one, I didn't get my darn charger so now whenever I needed to charge my phone I'd have to charge it in the living room, number two, I had wish that Evan wouldn't have came or else things would go smoothly and Mattia and I could live happily ever after and number three, why were those girls recording?

Now that I had though about it, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Was Mattia some sort of influencer? I crossed my arms against my chest and looked out the window to see that we had stopped at a red light. I felt a pair of eyes on me and I turned around seeing Evan staring at me.

"What?" I asked quite harshly and in return he had sent me a glare, a sign to watch my attitude. I could care less, he was just a year older than me.

"Are you gonna fucking explain or what?" He asked me, or may I say, spat out at me. His stare was firm and quite scary. I'll admit, seeing my brother mad was horrifying. Sometimes, it makes me want to cry but right now, I'm just too mad to even cry.

"Why are you so mad? I don't get it." I mumbled, looking away at the window. I then felt a sudden slam on the middle console, Evan definitely needed to get his shit together before I hop out the car and find a ride home. I turned to look at him, "WHAT?" I yelled out, in which I regretted when that same glare was sent at me.

"I don't know who that boy is," Evan paused, gulping as I could see he was beginning to get fumed, "But he darn fucking changed you, wait till mom hears about this." Evan gritted his teeth together. The sound of horns were heard and I looked to see the light turned green.

"Mom can't do anything so go ahead." I shrugged, sighing heavily and ignoring what he had said. He just wanted a reaction out of me and a reaction is something he won't get. Evan began to drive, quite fast that I almost had to hold on for dear life whenever he presses down on the gas pedal a bit too much.

"You keep on saying that," Evan replied, making a right as we entered our neighborhood. The way he said it made me nervous, Evan can turn something so little into something so big, "I'll just tell her you sent him nudes." Once he had said that, I turned to look at him so fast I'm surprised my neck hasn't cracked, I felt as if my heart dropped down to my stomach.

"Excuse me?" I looked at him, raising my voice and cocking an eyebrow up at him. He smirked to himself and shrugged, as he parked the car in the driveway, "You're fucking crazy, I hate you!" I spat at him as I quickly hopped out the car and angrily walked towards the front door.