(Riley's Pov)
"Boys, time for dinner!" Dad yelled. I got up and walked downstairs to the dining room. I sat down in my seat and glared at the plate in front of me. "Riley, why aren't you eating?" Dad asked.
"Not hungry," I mumbled and crossed my arms.
"Riley, your mother worked very hard on this dinner. Eat it," Dad said.
"I'll eat it when I get my phone back."
"You're being immature," Michael said.
"I'M BEING IMMATURE?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HATES MY BEST FRIEND JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE JEALOUS OF HIM!" I yelled and stood up.
"Why the hell would I be jealous of that freak?! He's just a kid that needs to learn to grow up! Life is hard, get over it," Michael said.
"Like you would know about life being hard! You've had everything handed to you since I was born! And all because you're the per
