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Once I’m done making the shake, I turn to him only to find him kissing her neck and grinning like a fool.

Fuck. I’m so glad that he’s here and he’s happy. He deserves this girl and the love she gives him.

As if he can feel my stare, he looks up at me and smiles. “Is it ready?”

I nod, and we both move to the couch in the living room while Marie works on pancakes.

“Did you do the business homework?”

“You need help?” I know he finds business difficult when math is involved.

“Can I copy yours?”

“What do I get in return?”

He leans back on the couch. “How about the list of boys asking me about Hope?”

“What?” I burst out in rage, which earns me a scolding from Marie to keep my voice down because it’s early in the morning.

Sebastian swallows the drink before laughing hard. “God. You pathetically like her.”

Excuse me? I don’t like her. Yes, I’m intrigued by her and want to help her, but that’s only because I don’t want her to get hurt.

“I. Do. Not,” I insist.

“Yeah sure.” He grins.

I want to shove a brick into this mouth.

“You’re a piece of shit.”

“Don’t insult me like that. You’re the piece of shit for lying.”

Fuck the manners.

Taking the glass of water, I splash it onto his face.

“Heath you fucker! I’m going to kill you,” he roars behind me. I enter the kitchen where Marie would step in and stop him.

“Step outside you dickhead,” he says coming around the island, but slips and falls onto the floor with a thud.

“Oh my God.” Marie rushes to help him.

I can’t hold my laughter and grip the island as I laugh loud. My stomach hurts as I watch him sit at the stool while holding his back.

“I’m going to kill you,” he warns me in a cold voice, but I keep laughing.

“Heath stop it or else he’ll come for you,” Marie warns me.

I flex my jaw to not laugh again. “Good luck with not falling.”

“That’s it.” Sebastian comes at me, but Marie gets in his way.

“Stop it you both and eat breakfast. We’re getting late for school.”

“It doesn’t start until eight, babe.” Sebastian bends to kiss her cheek and also shoots me a glare. I give him the finger.

“It’s six already,” she reminds him.

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