Fallen Stars and Broken Dreams - C.C. Masters Page 0,85
I muttered.
Kingston grinned down at me and almost tripped.
“Put me down,” I complained. “I’m too heavy for you to carry up all these stairs.”
Kingston snorted. “Hardly.”
Maverik’s steps sounded behind us. “You’re at the borderline of being too skinny,” he grumbled.
“Actually, I would be considered too fat to be a Russian ballerina,” I told them casually. “A lot of the girls in ballet academies there have BMIs of 15-17.”
Maverik grunted. “Then it’s a good thing you aren’t in Russia.”
Kingston laughed. “Going by just height and weight standards, Mav is obese. Right bro?”
“Obese with eight percent body fat,” Maverik said dryly. “Those charts don’t mean anything if you’re an athlete.”
I shrugged. “That’s kind of true with ballet. Your body has to have nice aesthetics and clean lines, but the girls have to be light enough for the guys to lift without causing them back injuries.”
Kingston grinned down at me, but almost stumbled from the distraction.
“Put me down,” I demanded.
Kingston got to the top of the stairs. “Stop complaining and enjoy it. I don’t do this for everyone.”
“Why are you helping me?” I grumbled back.
I probably wouldn’t have made it back up the stairs on my own, but I wasn’t going to admit that to them.
Kingston strode confidently down the hallway towards my room. “Your mom would be way too happy if you died,” he said jokingly. “We need to keep you alive since your very existence seems to bring her nothing but misery.”
I just sighed. He was right, but it was still a shitty thing to say.
I was beyond shocked when Kingston set me gently on the bed, and Maverik placed my drinks on the nightstand. I watched them carefully. They hadn’t done anything wrong yet, but I was still waiting for the punchline. It was too weird for them to just be nice.
Kash tossed the remote to my TV next to me on the bed, and I took the opportunity to examine him. He looked more like Maverik’s brother then Kingston did. His dark hair and facial features were similar to Maverik’s, but he had blue eyes instead of grey.
“Where’s your phone?” Maverik demanded.
My eyes flicked towards where I had left it on my vanity before I could stop them. He didn’t hesitate and picked it up.
“At least you lock it,” he murmured before holding it out and raising an eyebrow as if he was waiting for something obvious.
“What?” I asked in confusion before taking it from him.
He rolled his eyes. “Unlock it so I can put my number in.”
My jaw dropped in shock before suspicion took over. “You want me to unlock my phone and hand it over to you?”
Maverik ran a hand through his hair in irritation. “Why are you always so difficult?” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “What’s your number and I’ll text you?”
I told him, and he immediately sent me a text. “We’ll hang out around the house for the rest of the day. Text me if you think you might be dying, and I’ll check on you every couple of hours.”
Who was this stranger? Had Maverik been possessed?
“Are you high or something?” I asked him in disbelief. “You hate me.”
“I don’t hate you. I just don’t want you here,” he said quietly.
“Likewise,” I snapped back at him.
Maverik gave me a heated look, and I hated the way my body immediately responded.
“You guys are seriously going to stay in tonight? You don’t even take Tuesdays off from partying,” I said in an attempt to deflect whatever it was that I was feeling from him.
“I’m flattered that you pay so much attention,” Maverik said as a slow smile slid over his face. “I had no idea you cared about my comings and goings so much.”
“Probably more about the coming,” Kash quipped.
“I only care when your drunken stumbling wakes me up in the middle of the night,” I said irritably.
“Are you sure that’s what’s keeping you up at night?” Kash laughed. “Maybe it’s the sounds of something else.”
I flipped him off. “Are you guys done?”
“Not quite,” Kingston laughed as he lifted my blanket so I could crawl underneath.
He patted my head affectionately, and I gave him a dirty look. “What’s up with you petting me like I’m a dog?”
He gave me a wide grin. “You mean like a cat, right Kitty Kat?”
Kash laughed. “A pussy cat. We all know how good Kingston is when it comes to pussy.”
I huffed and fell back on my pillow. “Go away and let me die in peace.”