Stacy's POV
I stared at him, watching how he stared back at him too. There were a lot of things I wanted to say at this moment, but I was worried about the whole thing.
"Do you really want to know why I'm so upset? You practically brought a human into our house, and now she's your best friend?"
"My house. My house…" He said again, and then there were a lot of things involved. I tried to calm down, but I knew that I couldn't.
"You sure you know what you're doing? It might be your house, but we're living here together."
He was about to speak when I attacked him again. "You said not to mingle with them. What happened? She even knows your house now, and you expect me to be calm.
"You have to be fine. You have to understand that things aren't the way they are supposed to be anymore. You have to live under my room, and under my rules."
