CYNTHIA's P O V

‘‘Arnold…?’’

Alexander’s face paled slightly, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. My brother was so overprotective of me, so the situation wasn’t going to end well if he finds him in my room.

‘‘Hide in the bathroom…’’ I said to Alex, and his eyes widened, shaking his head.

‘‘W-what? I… I can’t hide in the bathroom…’’ he stuttered, and I realized how absurd that idea was.

Shit! What should I do?

‘‘Open the door, Cynthia!’’ Arnold continued to yell, and I could hear him repeatedly hitting the door with his foot.

‘‘What the hell is happening here?’’ Julian’s voice made my eyes grew...