Thankfully, the manager of the club came over to request our parents' help. They help throw the stupid devil's night parties every year. Something about decorations and speeches. Whatever, it gave us some time alone, so I couldn't give a f***k less.
"You okay?" Holden asked me.
I looked up to see them all staring at me, Gianna with worry.
"I thought things were good now?" She asked before I could even reply to Holden.
I raised a brow at her before shaking my head and running a hand down my face.
"Things are good with Otti and Kieran," I said.
"Our parents then?" Rachel asked gently.
I nodded.
"Mine know," I told them.
Each of them tensed.
"Mom told me to stay away from her, or she'd kill her," I said. "I think she was really serious about it this time."
"What are you going to do
