I didn’t stop gathering my things even when I heard the person approaching. “Noah, what the hell just happened?” I turned to see my cousin standing in the doorway. “You know what was going on.” “You knew this would happen, didn’t you? You knew that your dad would go off and you’d have a reason to speak your mind?” “Not exactly.” I probably should have known, but I hadn’t considered it to be an option. “Don’t give me that. You forget who you’re talkin’ to.” “Whatever, Isabella. Don’t you have a boyfriend to tend to?” She shoved me down while my back was turned. When I got to my footing she was standing behind me with her hands on her hips. “Noah Mitchell, are we usin’ full names tonight, because I can play that game too.” Nobody except my mother called me by my full name. It wasn’t that I hated it.
