Chapter 5 Part 2

By now, Sean had already helped Veronica out of the mountain of gadgets and dusted himself off.

“Man, this place is a wreck.”

Oh, crap.

“Excuse me? This “place” is not a “wreck.” This “place” is my garage and home!” As Clariia said this, she got closer and closer to Sean, as well as closer and closer to putting that wrench she still had in her grasp somewhere Sean did not want it.

Sean held his breath and through his hands up.

“Listen, I didn’t mean—”

“He didn’t mean to insult you,” Veronica said, stepping in between them after
shooting Sean a sharp look.

Clari might have been shorter than Veronica, but she was definitely more menacing.

She crossed her arms and stared Veronica down. “One more time, and I’m going to unscrew something so he can never screw something again.”

I bit my tongue and turned away. Geez, Clari. . .

“And you!”

I jerked around.

“Stop LAUGHING!” Clari shouted, pointed the wrench at me now.

She huffed angrily and stomped away toward her workbench.

When no one moved, she stopped, sighed, and shouted, “What? Are you idiots coming or not?”

I exchanged looks with Veronica and Sean, and led the way.