“Fine, whatever,” she huffs. “I can’t wait until you go to college next year, you big bully.”

Cole waggles his eyebrows as she stomps away. “Don’t get too excited, I’ll still be here to torment you.”

She chucks the half-eaten apple at his head before she walks off.

His eyes spark with indignation as he rubs his scalp. “Bitch.”

“Hey,” my father snaps. “Don’t call your little sister a bitch.”

Would you look at that? Jason not only contributed to a conversation, he almost sounded like a parent.

As usual, it’s always after I handle the situation.

Oakley plops down in the empty chair next to me. “What’s up?”

Before he can blink, I swing my fist into his arm.

“Jesus. What the hell, man?” he grunts, clutching his shoulder. “That’s my jerking arm.”

“Well, if you ever look at my baby sister like that again, I’ll break it and shove it up your ass. You feel me?”

He winces. “I didn’t realize it was her. She looks so—”

“Dude,” Cole interjects. “Quit while you’re ahead.” He gestures between us. “Last I checked, you have two arms and there are two of us. The odds aren’t in your favor.”

Oak holds up his hands. “You both need to chill. I’m not looking to cause any beef or mack on baby Covington. Trust me, I have enough on my plate already.”

Cole and I exchange another glance. Oak’s cool and all, but he’s been known to make a few mountains out of molehills that resulted in him doing stupid shit.

Like calling 911 in the middle of a party because someone stole his weed.

I lean back in my seat, pondering whether or not it’s worth the potential irritation to find out what’s bugging him.

I’m assuming it has something to do with the big party Christian threw last night. I was gonna go, but Britney Caldwell had other plans.

Plans that involved sucking my dick on the drive there and then begging me to pull over so I could put it in her ass.

Since I could use the entertainment, I decide to humor my friend. “Did something happen last night?”

“Nah. Not really.” He gnaws on his cuticle but pauses, looking deep in thought. “Well, I almost dicked down my cousin before I went to a party.”

My father chokes on his coffee.

Cole sits up straight. “What do you mean you almost dicked down your cousin?”

My dad pushes his chair back and stands. “Excuse me, kids. I have an important phone call to make.”

With a shake of his head, he goes inside the house. His absence doesn’t matter all that much anyway. Everyone’s used to it.

Blowing out a breath, Oakley drags a hand over his scalp. “Man, I didn’t know it was her. I was smoking and jerking it all day. I knocked out for a bit and thought Hayley came over to take care of business.”

Hayley is Oak’s on-again, off-again girl. Although it’s usually more off than on with them. Yet no matter how often they break up, she always crawls back.

She claims she hates the drama that comes with dating my friend, but I’m pretty sure she’s addicted to it.

Hell, everyone at RHA is. They practically thrive off it.

Cole takes a sip of his drink. “All right, so you were high and passed out. Still doesn’t explain how you almost slept with her, though.” He grins. “Unless you’re saying she actually went along with it.”

Oak opens his arms wide. “That’s exactly what happened.” He reaches for the bowl of grapes and pops one in his mouth. “She was all for it…until I pulled down my pants.”

My lips twitch. “Poor girl probably forgot her magnifying glass.”

“Oh, fuck off, Covington. You’re not the only one who’s hung like a horse.” He slaps his chest. “Trust me. Your boy’s packing.”

I don’t know what’s more disturbing. The fact that he knows how big my dick is, or that he feels the need to defend his own with such vigor.

He chews on a grape stem. “The little blue-haired bitch is screwing up my life already. I don’t know how I’ll survive her annoying ass living in my house and going to RHA for an entire year.”

Cole’s expression matches mine. This is the first time Oak’s ever mentioned a blue-haired cousin coming to live with him, or that she’ll be attending our school.

I don’t like newcomers. Especially ones who are causing shit.

“Okay, back the fuck up. Why is she living with you?”

“More importantly,” Cole says. “Is she hot?” Amusement lines his face. “On second thought, who cares? A chick willing to bone her own cousin has got to be into some freaky shit, and you better believe I’m down for it.”

I’m not surprised. My brother has screwed almost everything in a skirt at RHA. Including teachers.

Oakley shakes his head. “Nah. I don’t think she’s the freaky type. Just a big tease.” He takes a joint from behind his ear and lights it. “A hot tease, but still a tease nonetheless.”

Cole rolls his eyes. “The hot ones always are.”

Oakley bumps his fist. “Word, brother. It’s hard to find a hottie with a body that will let you shift out of park and stick it in drive right away.” Blowing out a cloud of smoke, he looks at me. “Unless your name is Jace Covington. The asshole everyone is scared shitless of, but every girl still wants a piece of. Go fucking figure.”

He’s not wrong. But unlike him and my brother, I’m selective about who I stick my dick in. I won’t settle for the same mediocre snatch every other guy has unlimited access to…I prefer prime.

Not that I always turn down easy pussy. It’s still nice to get your dick wet whenever the urge strikes. That’s why I have Britney.

But even she’s starting to bore me. For once, I’d like a challenge.

“How big are her tits?” my brother asks, interrupting my thoughts.

Oakley sighs. “On the small side, but they’re perk—”

“What’s her name?”

These two will go back and forth, dissecting her body all day, but I’d prefer to start with the basics.

Oak takes a drag off his joint. “Dylan.” His eyes crinkle. “And your reputation must precede you because she asked about you.”

The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I only know one girl named Dylan.

Cole makes a face. “How would your cousin—” He pauses mid-sentence, his gaze swiveling to me. “Well, shit. Small world, huh?”

Too small. What the hell is she doing back in town? Living with Oakley of all people.

Never one to turn down gossip, Oak doesn’t bother hiding his newfound interest. “My dad said she used to live in Royal Manor. I’m guessing you two have history?”

Cole snorts. “More like chemistry.”

I kick his chair so hard he falls back. “Shut the fuck up.”

My brother knows damn well this isn’t a joke. He knows what she did. What she’s responsible for.

Anger brews in my gut. I don’t know why she’s back, and I don’t care.

Dylan Taylor needs to get the fuck out of Royal Manor…for good. The bitch has already caused enough problems for me and my family.