Wade’s POV
It was Friday, the night of that stupid school dance, Archer was in his room getting into his tux, I’d heard he was taking Cassidy.
I rolled onto my side, facing away from the door, my head resting in the crook of my arm as I wallowed in my own little self pity party.
She’d tried to talk to me a few times over the week, calling out to me in the hallway but I had just brushed her off, running from her, I just couldn’t bear for her to give me the pity speech or even worse, thank me for helping her snag my own damn brother.
My door banged open as Archer stormed in excitedly, ‘come on baby brother, you haven’t even started to get ready’ he admonished, eyeing the tux that hung from the door of my wardrobe.
‘I’m not going’ I grumbled flatly, not even bothering to roll over.
‘Yes
