In Riley’s Arms: Part 1
“Jon, who’s the chick?” I gave my older brother the same look I had given him before we even left the house. Before I could tell him, once again, that he could have left me at home, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and looked to the guy who’d asked the question. “This is my sister Holly. She’s going to be hanging out with us, and everyone will be nice to her, got it?” “I will personally make sure of that.” Riley, Jon’s best friend, stood on my other side. Whereas Jon was somewhat lanky and nonthreatening, Riley was rather nicely built, though still somewhat in his awkward stage at fifteen. The rest of the guys, five total, were in front of us, all eyes on me. “What are we going to do with …