ARIELLE’S POV
“Sarah! Don’t forget your books. They’re here on the kitchen table!” I yelled from the kitchen.
Sarah came running down the stairs,her backpack slung around her shoulder.
“Oh, I was searching for them. I forgot that I left them out here, since I was up late reading last night,” Sarah replied as she shoved the books into her bag.
I watched as she slid the concert ticket the brothers had given her out of her bag and gaze at it with a bright smile on her lips.
“You must really like that ticket,” I pipe up, a wry smile curling up my lips.
Sarah’s face lit up as she turned to me. “Yes, I really do! I’ve been wanting to go for this concert and never thought I’d be able to. Your friends are really nice,” she grinned.
I grimaced inwardly as I bit my lips. Those brothers were
