I take another quick shower, because anyone who doesn’t shower in the morning is fucking disgusting and head to the arena for rehearsal. I’m a little nervous about seeing the guys because I’m still just as pissed off at them as I was the last time I saw them. Usually I get mad, blow my stack, then get over it right away, easily avoiding any need to sit and hash things out. This time is different, I just hope they realize it.
They are already there, along with Jacob, Jared and Paul. Everyone’s head snaps in my direction as I approach, trying to judge my mood, I’m sure. Too bad I have my game-face on and that motherfucker isn’t giving anything away.
“Nice of you to join us,” Emmett grumbles under his breath. His voice is too damn loud and obnoxious to go unheard, unfortunately. Instead of flipping him off and offering a smug smirk, however, I send him a death glare.
“So, I take it you’re still pissed off?” Jasper pipes in, his voice is hesitant but there is an undeniable hint of irritation. I don’t know what the fuck he has to be annoyed about.
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