Chapter 33

"Don't speak to mom like that." I snapped, glaring at him as he popped his head out of the fridge. "Sorry, Ma." Brock mumbled guiltily. "Shouldn't you be in class?" I questioned him as I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only two-thirty. "Got out early 'cause I knew you were coming home." He said with a careless shrug. I narrowed my eyes at him once more before glancing down at Aurora and rubbing her side. She seemed to be deep in thought while staring intently at each member of my family. I could practically hear her mind working a mile a minute. Aurora's POV Troy's mom waved his brother's comment away with her hand, dismissing his harsh words. "Anyway, we're having lasagna." She finally replied, shooting Troy a knowing smile. He groaned happily, still rubbing along the expanse of my side. "My mom makes the fucking BEST lasagna you've ever had in your life." He moaned out while patting hi