Page 9 of Ruthless Blade

Dad came in here, a yawn escaping from his mouth. “You called?”

I turned my attention to him. “Dad! Jake and Kayden called me a bitch, and Mom said ass!”

Dad laughed, but when Mom gave him a look his smile disappeared. “Alexis, we don’t say bad words.”

“But Dad,” I tried, but he cut me off.

“No butts. You know better.”

“Kayden and Jake called me it first! Can’t they get punished?”

Speaking of, the boys entered through the back door, their eyes immediately going to mine and looking around the room. “What?” Jake asked, and I folded my arms over my chest and smirked.

He’s going to get it, oh he’s so going to get it!

"Did you call your sister a name?” Dad asked in his stern voice, and that normally meant business.

“No Dad, we didn’t.” My eyes widened, and Kayden’s gaze met mine, a smile lifting on his lips.

I’m going to pummel his perfect, ugly face!

“They’re lying!! Dad, Mom, you have to believe me!” I stomped my foot.

They both shook their heads, clearly done with the conversation. I huffed and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I collapsed on my bed and promised myself that I would never, ever, like boys. And if Kayden ever dared to ask me out one day, I would spit in his face.

How dare he! And my brother? Boys were stupid and I wanted nothing to do with them!

There was a knock on my door, “Go away!”

The door squeaked open, reminding me that I needed to ask Dad to fix it. I moved and saw my arch nemesis standing in the doorway. I quickly moved from the bed and tried to shove him out of my room.

“Get out, Kayden. I don’t want you in my room!”

“Come on Lex, quit being such a baby. We were only teasing.”

“You weren’t! You and my brother are jerks!”

I tried pushing him out, but he was a big dork and wouldn’t move. Why did he frustrate me so much? Why couldn’t he and my brother both leave me alone and torment someone else?

“Okay, I’ll leave. But your mom said dinner is ready, so if you want to eat, I suggest you move it to the table.”

I stopped pushing on the door and his lips turned into a wicked grin. I hate him!

“Let’s play a game. Whoever makes it to the table first wins.”

My eyes narrowed, “What’s the catch?”

“If you win, your brother and I will leave you alone.”

“And if you win?”

“If I win, you’ll owe me.”

My gaze narrowed. “Owe you for what exactly?”

“Can’t tell you. Some day, somewhere, you’ll owe me a favor and you won’t be able to say no.” His face lit up, and I was sure he was plotting all sorts of favors I would do for him.

“If I win, you’ll leave me alone?”