I wake up the next morning feeling as though I spent all night throwing back shots.

I really need to work on getting better sleep.

Combing my fingers through my hair, I shove the blankets off me. Londyn’s bed has already been made and her boxes are emptied out. She must have gotten up really early in order to finish unpacking. Or I just got up late, I realize as I check the time on my phone.

It’s almost noon. I never sleep this late, unless I’m hungover.

Frustrated with my laziness, I drag my ass out of bed and tear open the box where all my clothes are stuffed. I dig out a black T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and turn to take a shower. But my attention gets snagged by the house next door.

I spent half of last night stressed out over if they’d do something else to me. And now I’m exhausted because of it.

I need to stop stressing about stuff so much.

Forcing myself to stop thinking about the neighbors for now, I go to the bathroom to take a quick shower, get dressed, and secure my hair into a high ponytail. Then I head downstairs to get some lunch, since it’s already past noon.

When I enter the kitchen, my dad is at the counter, dressed in a jacket, jeans, and work boots, and he’s stuffing a sandwich into a baggie.

“Where are you going?” I wonder as I collect a cup from a box and grab the juice from the fridge.

“To work.” He tosses the bagged sandwich into a lunchbox and adds a water bottle.

“It’s Saturday.” I take a sip of my juice.

“Yeah, so? People sometimes have to work on Saturdays.” He zips up the lunchbox and collects his truck key he got made the other day from the local hardware store. “The job I got actually requires me to work seven days a week.”

I nearly drop my cup. “So, you’re going to be working every day?”

He nods, crossing the kitchen toward the door. “It’s called a full-time job, Hadley.” He exits the house, slamming the door behind him.

I hurry across the kitchen and open the door, stepping onto the small porch. He’s already in his truck and backing down the driveway. He turns right on the road, heading in the opposite direction of the main part of town. I make a mental note of that, wishing my car was functional so I could tail him and find out where he’s working.

“How far of a drive is it?”

Voices float from next door as Rhyland, Blaise, Alex, and Jaxon file out of their house and down the front porch. Like yesterday, they’re dressed all in black, some with studded belts, some with chains on their beltloop. Rhyland even has studded suspenders hanging from the waistband of his jeans.

“I’m not sure.” Alex tosses the keys to Rhyland.

Jaxon sighs tiredly as he reaches a black SUV with tinted windows parked out front. “I don’t feel like going to a party today.”

Rhyland rounds the front of the car and opens the driver’s side door. “It’ll be fun. And it’s by the lake. You like going to the lake.”

“I don’t like the lake,” Alex grumbles. “Can I stay home?”

“Nope,” Blaise says in a cold tone as he grabs the door handle. “You’re already in deep shit over that little stunt you pulled with….” His eyes stray toward my house, quickly finding me. He fleetingly stiffens.

Alex tracks his gaze and his lips tug into a smirk. “Gentlemen, we have an audience.”

Four sets of eyes lock on me. But that four hastily turns to three as Jaxon yanks open the door and climbs inside the SUV so swiftly you’d think looking at me burned his retinas or something.

“Hey Hadley,” Rhyland greets me with a smile.

“Rhyland,” I reply in a formal tone.

He smiles amusedly, dragging his hand across his mouth.

“Where’s my greeting?” Blaise questions, partially amused, partially irritated, and if I didn’t know any better, a tiny bit hurt.

“Right here.” I flip him the middle finger.

Alex snorts a laugh as he pulls open the back door to the SUV. “She’s so feisty.”

“Yeah, I know.” Blaise’s intense gaze sears into me as he nibbles on his bottom lip. “Maybe I should tame it out of her.”

“Maybe I should train the asshole out of you,” I quip, flipping him off.

His gaze is full of fire as he starts to step toward my house. “I think it might be time—”

“Blaise,” Rhyland cuts him off. “What’re you doing? This isn’t like you.”

Yeah, that statement seems like the biggest lie ever.

Blaise quickly slams to a stop. “Nothing, let’s just go.” He throws one final glance at me, seeming a bit unsettled then gets into the car.

Rhyland offers me an apologetic look, then jumps into the driver’s seat and peels out of the driveway, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

Shaking my head, I step back into the house right as Londyn wanders into the kitchen. She’s wearing a pair of soccer shorts, a tank, knee-high socks, shin guards, cleats, a soccer ball is tucked under her arm, and her hair is pulled into a messy bun.

“What were you just doing?” she wonders suspiciously when she notes how close to the door I am. “And please don’t tell me you were having a throw down with those jerks next door.”

“Okay, I wasn’t having a throw down with the jerks next door.” I say it more as a question, though.

A weighted sigh puffs from her lips as she opens the fridge. “I was thinking about this all last night. While those guys are infuriating, I think we should keep our distance from them.” She grabs a water bottle and bumps the fridge door shut. “You should’ve heard what the clerk at the gas station was saying about them yesterday when I told him where we lived.” She shakes her head, unscrewing the lid off the water bottle. “Apparently, they cause trouble all the time and do some pretty dangerous stuff, but they never get in trouble for it because almost everyone in town is scared of them.”

“Almost everyone in town is scared of a bunch of teenage guys?” I question as I pick up a box of granola bars.

She takes a swig of water. “Well, not so much as them but their dad.”

“Who’s their dad?”

“I’m not sure.”

So weird.

I rest my arms on top of the counter. “Why were you talking to this cashier guy about them?”

She shrugs. “He asked me if I was new here, and when I told him I was and where I lived, he started warning me about our new neighbors. He also offered to come help us out if we needed help moving in stuff.”

“Hmmm… Sounds like he was hitting on you.”

“No, it wasn’t like that.” But a wistful smile tugs at her lips. “It wouldn’t be so terrible if he was, though. He was pretty hot and seemed sweet.” Screwing the cap back on the water bottle, she starts for the door. “I’m going to hit up the park and do some practice drills. Text me if you need anything.” She waves goodbye before slipping out of the house, leaving me to wonder if the cashier guy’s warning had any truth to it.

Could the neighbors be dangerous?

One thing is for sure. I need to make sure they stay away from my sisters.