"Can I come?" Maverick scoffed,
"No way. Buzz off squirt." I pouted a little at the nickname,
"Not fair. I'm only two years younger and my friends are going too."
"No Issy. I'm not taking you." I stepped into his room, closing the door,
"If you let me come, I'll let you drink and cover for you and drive you home. I know you're gonna drink and I don't want you driving."
"I'll be fine kid."
"Please bubby?", I asked, my green eyes tearing up, "I don't want you to die."
"Issy I won't- I'll be- I-", he sighed, "Don't cry. It's okay, don't cry.", he said hugging me, "Fine. You can go. But leave me and my friends alone." I smiled,
"Yay! We'll take my car."
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"I didn't know he'd be here!", I whisper-yelled at Macy.
"I didn't either! Mason must have invited him. I groaned a little,
"I almost had sex with him last week!"
"You what!?", I heard Maverick snap from a truck bed over. I froze, hoping he wasn't talking to me. When nothing else was said, I went back to enjoying the small party. By midnight, we'd moved inside to the living room. Tristan's eyes met mine,
"So, how've you been Bella?" My cheeks heated up as Maverick tensed up beside me,
"We should get home. Bye guys.", he said getting up and forcing me to follow. We got into the car as he sighed, "Did you fuck Tristan?"
"No!" I paused, "A-Almost."
"What the fuck Isabella!"
"I'm sorry! I just- shit happened Maverick. I didn't actually have sex with him. I changed my mind and said no and he let it go."
"I should have known that's who you were talking about."
"I didn't think you heard me."
"I should have pressed when you ignored me."
"Well thanks for not being an ass." I stopped in the driveway as we both paused,
"Who's car is-", Maverick stopped as we looked at each other before jumping out of the car and running inside.
"Is-"
"What's up BabyBella?", our oldest brother Ashton asked. Maverick and I both ran over, hugging him tightly. He pulled us both back, looking down at Maverick, "You smell like beer. Were you drinking?", he asked sternly.
"A-A little."
"I'm really disappointed in you."
"Bella almost had sex!"
"Maverick!", I snapped.
"Seriously?", Ashton asked me.
"I didn't though! I changed my mind, not that it's any of your business."
"Well, good." He looked back to Maverick, "Bed. I'll talk to you in the morning."
"Fine.", he sighed.
"Did you forget who you're talking to young man?"
"Yes sir.", Maverick corrected, hugging us both, "Goodnight. Love you guys."
"Night. Love you too.", we called as he left. Mom and dad worked a lot and Ashton was mainly our parent. But he worked four hours away in Dallas so we didn't see him much. He was twenty eight, Maverick was eighteen and I was sixteen. Maverick was the most trouble lately.
