Page 37 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
Gray shrugged behind me and I could feel his massive chest rumble when he said, “I like it better this way.”
Z glanced back at me. “Yeah, yours is definitely the worst,” he said.
“What the hell is it?” I repeated.
Z just exchanged a glance with Malcolm.
“It kind of looks like wood …” Z trailed off.
“Like a tree trunk?” I asked.
“Definitely a tree trunk,” Gray snorted.
Malcolm sucked in his lips and nodded, finally giving in to the humor, which frustrated me even more because when I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, he still wouldn’t say what my nose looked like.
“I think you all are liars.” I growled.
Andros stood then, and went into the kitchen. He didn’t say a word, but I assumed he went to pour himself a coffee.
I balled up my fist and slammed it backward into Gray’s gut—not too hard, just enough to get my point across. “Tell me what my nose looks like.”
The laughter just got louder and suspicion started to swirl through my stomach.
Andros came back and crossed his arms. But his tough guy persona was ruined when he saw Gray’s prank. “Epic.”
I glared at every single one of them before I decided to take matters into my own hands. I leapt off Gray’s lap and grabbed Gray’s burner phone from the seat. Gray had insisted on iPhones because the wealthy prankster couldn’t handle the cheap ass phones I’d wanted.
I turned on the camera feature and flipped the screen so that I could see myself.
Fury nearly knocked me out.
Zavier hadn’t been kidding when he’d said my nose was the worst of them all.
Grayson had enchanted my nose to look like a dick. A thick, black one.
