Hey, sorry I missed you earlier. How are you?
He responded instantly.
JETT:
Hey, you. No sweat. Spoke to your brother. What a dick. What are you doing tonight?
I chewed on the inside of my mouth, contemplating texting back ‘you’ just to sound coy, but Jett was an actual man. He was twenty-two and wouldn’t think twice about fucking the ass off me if I even teased him with the option. He was devilishly handsome, all dark, messy hair and blue eyes. I loved blue eyes, and suddenly a pair floated into my head that didn’t belong to Jett, and I sat up quickly, shaking my head to get rid of them.
Gabriel, please leave my thoughts.
CHAPTER 7
CALEB
"Where's Summer?" I muttered, knowing as soon as I walked in, she wasn't there. Not surehowI knew that, but I did.
Probably twin intuition or some shit.
Dad was watching some late-night show, and he put a finger to his lips, pointing to my mom's head, which rested on a cushion on his lap. I nodded, then mouthed'Summer?' to him as he tilted his head.
"Jade's." He put his head on his hand to show sleeping.
She was sleeping at Jade's, was she?
Hmm.
We locked eyes for a moment, and I hesitated before sending him a reassuring smile.
It's all good Pops, Let's trust my little sissy.
I headed upstairs and checked on Zane first, who was fast asleep in his bed, dreaming so deeply I envied him.
His room was immaculately tidy; all his books lined up in a row beside his bed, his computer neatly laid next to his many computer games. There were no clothes strewn around the room, either. He wasn't a typical teenager at all.
But he was Zane. So fuck normality.
I gently closed the door, making my way to Alice's door, pausing outside of it before pushing it open. There was no sound when I poked my head in, finding her sound asleep. Unlike Zane, who seemed peaceful, Alice looked angry.
She was probably dreaming about murdering me.
I grimaced while closing the door, a feeling of guilt creeping up on me. I reminded myself some dick had his tongue down my little sister's throat. Ah, there was the rage again, dancing through my veins like Satan surfing lava.
I made my way past the bathroom and into my room, closing the door quietly behind me. I pulled my clothes off and dumped them in a heap on the floor before walking over to my bathroom. I quickly showered before throwing on some boxers and climbed into my bed, yawning. I turned my phone on to see a million missed calls and texts filter through.
What the fuck is wrong with people?
I went off the radar for a couple of hours, and the world went mad. This is what social media does to people; it makes them controlling and fucking nosy. So, I told people if they rang me and my phone was ever off, I was probably balls-deep.
I wasn't, though, not tonight. I'd gone for a drive and sat at the cafe close to ours. I loved it up there, and I always tried to go when the place was closed so that I could sit in silence and listen to the waves crash against the shore and feel the wind whip around me. It was peaceful, and better yet: no one knew where I was. It was my favorite way to do nothing.
I saw Gabe had called me a few times, so I returned the favor, even at midnight.
"Seriously?" His voice came out groggy.
I grinned. "You should be flattered. Do you know how many people would want a call from me?" I scoffed.
"Not this guy. I just wanted to check we were cool. You know, because of what Summer said."
