Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

what he was doing. And he did it anyway. Maybe he was
overly confident, purposely reckless, or…uncontrollable.
Uncontrollable. That was the boy I remembered.
But my sister was right. He’d been here longer, and no
matter what he did, they’d blame me if he got in trouble. For
now, I’d handle him myself if he didn’t quit. And I’d do it
quietly.
It still pissed me off that my own sister’s first instinct was
to protect the basketball player, though.
I lifted my chin a little. “Thanks for your concern,” I told
her. “It’s touching.”
“Oh, gimme a bre—”
“You can go now.”
“What are you—”
“Jesus, you’re still here?” I blurted out, cutting her off.
“Well, make yourself useful then and open this.”
I reached for the bottle of O.J. on the edge of the table
where I’d left it, found it, and handed it to her over my
shoulder.
Juice splashed out from where the cap wasn’t tightened
properly, and I heard her gasp.
“Ugh, Winter!” she yelled.
I winced. “Oh, it was already open? Sorry. I’m so blind.”
Laughter broke out around the table, and she let out a
growl, her mumbled curses fading away as she stomped off.
Or I pictured her stomping off. Not sure if she actually did.
“Oh, shit, girl,” Noah said, knocking me lightly in the arm.
“You are my hero.”
I gave a half-smile, a little pleased with myself. Also a
little aggravated that Arion and I were at war at all, but like
Damon, I kind of appreciated the normalcy of it. Arion didn’t
put on airs to protect my feelings. She just treated me like I
was stupid, as if learning how to live all over again six years