Unsaid

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|Aidan's POV|

It took Emmett only two days to fit right in the apartment and begin annoying me all over again. It was as though he'd been hit by one of Jack Frost's snowflakes.

It was a Sunday and we were all sat around the counter. Riona had gotten McDonald's since she'd woken up earlier than all of us. Like always, I only concentrated on the flavours mixing inside my mouth and out of the corner of my eyes I noticed Emmett sneaking his hand over to the fries in my plate. I didn't hesitate to slap his hand away and glare at him.

"I'll break your fingers and plant them around your arm like branches of a tree." I threatened before taking a bite out of my burger.

"Ouch Aids," Emmett said, feigning a hurt expression, "The fries are more important to you than me?"

"Yes, by all means."

My phone vibrated and I put my burger down to pull it out of my pocket. It was Dominic again. After Riona had revealed to me that Lucian had tried to contact her too, we'd both decided to ignore the messages we'd been getting hoping they'd eventually get tired of trying.

"Why do you keep ignoring your messages?" Emmett asked, and I looked up after sliding my phone back into my pocket. I noticed how the heap of fries in my plate seemed considerably smaller than it was a few seconds ago.

"Why do you keep stealing my food?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Why do you always answer my question with another question?" Emmett replied, nonchalantly.

"I'll chew your fingers off the next time I see you trying to steal my food." I threatened, shoving all the remaining fries into my mouth just because I didn't want to risk them getting stolen again.

"Aidan doesn't share food." Riona announced, as though it was a rather significant fact she'd forgotten to mention earlier.

"Your timing is garbage." Emmett told her, "I almost lost my fingers, twice."

"Well, that would've been fun to watch." Riona said, noncommittally.

"Hey," Damien said, turning to me, "I've got this huge science project coming up. I need your help."

"Sure I'll help you." I replied, not looking up from my plate.

"Who? Me or the plate?" Damien asked, and I could sense the amusement in his tone.

Sighing, I rolled my eyes. All I wished to do was eat in peace, appreciate the food more than just gobble it down and shit it out but these morons couldn't just keep their words and actions to themselves.

A few minutes later, I was standing in front of the sink, scrubbing the dishes when I felt my phone vibrate again. It was probably yet another message from Dominic asking me where I was. I decided to ignore it at least till my upcoming mid terms were over. I was stressed because unlike Damien, I needed to spend a lot of time understanding my subjects and then revising them enough so I remembered it till the exams got over.