Seventeen
Louis
“What the f**k were you thinking?” I rounded on my twin, anger at his idiocy quelling some of the nauseating fear that’d settled in my stomach since our father showed up. “Why would you paint a big fat target on your back by keeping on seeing that girl? If he didn’t buy the fib about us both screwing her, he’s got his hands firmly around your balls now. And I f*****g doubt he bought it, if Wesley’s been spying on you. Do you even know how ridiculously in love you look when you’re around her?”
“How do you know what I look like around her?” Liam asked, folding his arms across his chest.
“Because I f*****g followed you this morning, you dumb prick. You lied to me. To me! Did you think I wasn’t gonna look into what the f**k’s going on with you? How could you be so careless?
