JAYCE
Damn Darlington!
Who does he think he is to speak to me as he wishes? Is it because we share a mate? My youngest brother was beginning to trespass his boundaries. He was beginning to become a thorn in my flesh as much as my youngest brother, Finnian was.
I watched Darlington walk to the door and stand by it like a statue. His hands were still clasped behind his back. His face was still calm and his eyes were still judging me.
Can he just leave already? I know enjoyment was calling out to him. I know he wanted what I was experiencing. I know he wanted to be with these girls, dance and have fun with them but he was too proud to admit. What a punk!
He had turned toward the door countless times and this time... his hand wad on the handle, but he had not walked through. He had stopped and looked back at me. And now he was just standing there, watching me like I was a specimen under a glass.
