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Chapter 10
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"You have to stay quiet okay?" I warned Kade.
A smug look came across his face. "This isn't my first time sneaking into a girl's house love, I got this. But don't wet yourself."
I rolled my eyes at his remark, a wave of anger drowning me. I surfaced immediately, trying to reminisce in our bad history. By all means, any girl could have him.
What the hell was I doing? Sneaking in a guy that hated me, that was a beginner lunatic move.
I regathered my being. "Okay, c'mon."
I motioned for him to wait before walking inside of my house. I peered inside, in search for either my brother or father.
There was nothing. I guessed the two were asleep.
"Follow me," I quietly instructed him.
He nodded his head, following close behind me. I abruptly stopped by Ryland's door, causing Kade to bump into my back.
"Why'd you stop?" His husky voice questioned from behind me.
I knocked once on my brother's door, awaiting for two knocks back. When I received nothing in return, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I opened the creaky door, poking my head inside. "Ryland?"
Still no answer.
"Ryland!" I yell-whispered.
I could see his silhouette shift in the dark. "What?" he groaned, shielding his eyes from nothing in particular.
I suppressed my smile. "I got home safely."
When I received no answer, I repeated his name,"Ryland?"
"Yeah, sure," I heard him mumble against a, probably damp pillow.
"Nice underwear by the way," I joked.
He yanked the white blanket over his Madagascar boxers, growling at me. "Get the hell out of my room, you son of a—" Before he could finish speaking, his pillow came my way in an attempt to make me leave before I immediately slammed the door.
Dad was probably knocked out by now. He never could make it past ten, and that man could easily sleep through a storm.
"Coast is clear," I told a very amused Kade.
He stopped me, and in response I shot him a weird look.
"You're wearing makeup," he stated.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, I am."
He tilted his head, eyes roaming all directions of my face. "Why?"
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