Still Devon’s POV

“What the hell, Devon!

Why would you barge in on us like that?

You scared the hell out of me, what is wrong with you?” Maverick asked me angrily when I used open the door and walked in without prior notice. Hell, I didn’t even knock to alert them of my presence because I’m so fucking mad at them. Could you believe that while I was being chased by Harold Armstrong and King Gerald, these two were in this basement having so much fun, screwing their brains out. Like, how could they be comfortably banging each other when the world is about to end. 

I know this...