"Don't conspire or plot against me, alright?"
Marley scoffed, but on the inside, she was smirking deviously, "Your brother and I conspiring or plotting anything against you? Never."
Aiden let out a loud sigh from beside her, and she could tell he was regretting giving her Ian's number. Either way, she would've gotten it anyway, they were following each other on i********:, but it was the principle of the thing.
"He wants you to follow him back." Marley pointed out, tucking her phone away and pausing her conversation with Ian, "On Instagram."
Aiden scoffed, scooping another mouthful of his chicken salad — the healthy option he managed to find at the carnival food trucks — into his mouth before he responded, "If I wanted to know what was up with his life, I'd walk down the hall and aroun
