We may or may not have been arguing back and forth the whole way home from school about Noah's party.
But really, was it much of a surprise with us two?
"For Godsake, Daisy!" Eli yelled. "Do not make me fucking say it again, you are not going to Noah's party. You're grounded. This conversation is over."
Eli harshly pushed his door open and quickly got out of his car. I glared at his retreating figure and muttered rude words under my breath.
As if I would listen to that dickhead.
"-So keep an eye on her because she will try to sneak out."
I narrowed my eyes at Eli when I overheard the end of his conversation with Blake.
"Speak of the devil!" Blake smirked. "Good day?"
"Shit," I replied and looked at Eli. "You little rat. You snitch-"
"Daisy, shut up," Blake said and rolled his eyes. "Do you really think you'd get away with sneaking off to a party?"
"With his fat mouth, no," I snapped, directing a cold look at Eli.
"Well, considering you have no plans for the evening then you get to spend it with me," Blake said, smiling sweetly at me.
"I will punch you if you keep smiling at me like that," I said. "And we're not having sex tonight."
Jack looked up from the sofa and raised his eyebrows. "She's pissed," he noted. "She's pissed at you, bro."
"Jack, the commentary is not needed," I said and narrowed my eyes at him. "It's just a party, Blake. You don't even need to tell Rob, he won't even know I've left the house."
"Until he decides to check the tracker and finds out that you are not at the house," Blake said.
"I'll be at a house?" I said and Eli scoffed.
"I'll leave you two to your lovers quarrel," he muttered and walked off.
"We aren't lovers!" I yelled. "We just fuck!"
"We're not lovers either," Mason said, looking up from the tv where him, Jack, Carter and Tom were all playing Xbox. "Does that mean we can fuck?"
"In your dreams," I snorted.
"Looks like it'll be just me and my sock tonight," Mason said with a dramatic sigh and I shook my head at him in disgust.
"Remind me to wear robber gloves the next time I do your washing," I muttered and walked towards the kitchen door.
"Hey." Blake caught my arm and pulled me towards him. "You're not going to make me tie you to your bed, are you? Not that I'd be complaining. If it's the only way to stop you from going to the party then I'd happily do it."
"I'm not into that shit," I shrugged and tried to walk away, but Blake's grip was solid.
"Daisy," he said lowly. "You've got two weeks left, just suck it up until then. In two weeks you can go to as many parties as you want."
"Yeah, whatever," I muttered. "Can you let go of me now?"
"Daisy, I'm being serious."
"And I'm being serious when I say get off me," I said.
"You aren't going," he said sternly.
"Let go of me."
"Are you going to go to the party?"
"Are you going to let go of me?"
"You're so damn stubborn," Blake muttered.
"You're so damn annoying," I countered.
"Daisy," Blake said. "You're not going."
"I have an idea," I said, my tone lightening. "It's great, you're going to love it."
"I doubt it."
"How about, I agree not to go to the party and you agree to kick Eli out?" I paused for about half a second before continuing. "Ah! I knew you'd agree. Great minds think alike. I'm glad we had the discussion and sorted it all out. I'm off now."
I forcefully ripped my arm from Blake's arm and walked into the kitchen.
"I'm watching you, Daisy!" Blake called.
"Doesn't this look cute," I said, looking at Erik and Oli who were seated at the kitchen table and hunched over my laptop. They both jumped apart when I spoke and I smirked. "For assassins you scare easily."
"Well, we do the sneaking up and killing people, it's not the other way round," Oli said.
"Oh how I wish that were true for some," I murmured and took a seat at the table. "I'm bored," I announced. "Humour me."
Oli raised an eyebrow at me. "Daisy, we were kinda in the middle of something."
"And you can still be kinda in the middle of it when I go," I smiled and looked at Erik. "I have a question."
"Shoot."
"Why is Hampson a hermit?"
Erik laughed. "What?"
"Well he's never around, he hardly talks and I'm not even sure you can count his grunts as a normal human noise to be honest. Is he illiterate?"
"I get the feeling that you insult people quite a lot without meaning to," Erik said, but Oli shook his head.
"She means to."
Erik chuckled. "He is perfectly capable of speaking the English language."
"Then why doesn't he?"
"Hampson has always been very reserved. It's just his personality."
"Would it kill him to smile?" I muttered. "Even I manage to on the rare occasion."
"Very rare occasion," Oli grinned.
"I asked you to humour me, not be mean to me," I said with a fake pout and stood up. "You two can continue with your bromance. Don't let me stop you-" I looked at the computer screen and sighed when I saw it covered in a bunch of codes and confusing looking writing. "-Maybe I should stop you. That looks awful."
"It's actually quite simple. I could teach you-"
"No!" Oli and I both said immediately and Erik smiled sheepishly.
"Or not."
"Anyone got an idea what's for dinner?" I wondered.
"Pizza?" Oli suggested.
"I'll make something," I said with a shake of my head. I walked over to the fridge and started grabbing the ingredients for spaghetti bolognese. As I started making the food I frowned.
How the hell was I going to sneak out?