Page 36 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

Paxton’s hand tightens on the glass and I expect him to say something about not caring. His jaw works as he grinds his teeth, a flash of annoyance rushes across his face before he can slam it back down again and then he turns, meeting my eyes with such heat that I step back not wanting a fight.

Oh shit.

It’s all alpha heat in the room now.

Her juices are still on my jeans and I’m sure he can smell her. I’m going to keep them in my bed to help me sleep. The idea of her scent around me makes me want to go to bed now.

Is she sleeping wrapped up in my scent?

“Did you fuck her?” It's a question I would like to say yes to but at this moment with Paxton’s anger radiating off him at 105 degrees I’m thankful it’s a no.

So many slammed doors are coming.

“She tried to cancel our date so I showed up at her house and she cried.” I rush to explain.

“WHAT?!” Paxton slams the glass down way too hard. It shatters because he has no sense of his own strength and he is losing his ever loving mind.

This is not good.

I’m so getting metaphorically grounded.

Maybe I should have gone to bed at 9PM.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHE CRIED?”

And it was at that moment that Paxton could no longer pretend he didn’t care about Sadie being our scent match. Because as he lost his ever loving mind it was very clear that she was holding space in his crazy head.

The yelling being obscenely loud, woke Jace up. He was coming down stairs and looking around to see what the hell was happening. His hand rubbing at his eyes as he surveyed the scene to try and put together pieces.

Jace was the calm one, the broker of peace. The one who was stupid enough to not care when Paxton was mad or maybe the best at pretending she didn’t care.

“Are we out of ice cream again?” Jace jokes, yawning as he looks at the clock that is now coming closer to three am. He doesn’t seem bothered about being woken up by the temper tantrum going on in the kitchen.

Isn’t the first time something like this has happened. There was the Thanksgiving of 2020 when someone decided to talk politics at the table and a turkey may or may not have been punched.

The year of the sandwiches.

Jace and Paxton probably won’t go back to sleep after this. I’m sure Ant and I will have no problem sleeping in. Something that is not going to help Paxton’s mood.

“He was at Sadie’s house.” The finger gets pointed at me, literally by Paxton, who is now looking at Jace like he wants him to somehow make sense of me going out with someone.

It’s not making sense to Jace either who blinks so Ant decides to jump in.

“And she cried so now Cameron has a bag full of rubbers.” Jace’s gaze falls to me with his eyebrow raised in a silent question. Heneeds someone to decipher the clown speech that is being thrown around.

This is all going to hell so quickly.

It also feels like I’m about to get a sex talk from them which I don’t want to happen.

Paxton starts pacing and Ant leans against the wall like he is watching a circus and this is suddenly his favorite act.

Asshole.

I should start explaining what happened but I can’t. I’m so lost at how they’re all reacting and I can't understand why they’re being like this.

“Is Sadie okay?” Jace asks, prompting Paxton to stop moving as I nod my head in acknowledgment, “Okay, that’s good. Now, can you please start from the beginning and tell us everything that happened?” Jace’s voice is calm as he cleans up the mess that Paxton made on the counter.

He’s in the fridge grabbing water to hand out so we all know we’re about to sit here and have a conversation.

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