Chapter Twenty-seven

KYLE'S POV

I yanked myself free from Becky's grasp as quickly as lightning and clumsily organized my jacket before turning to face an angered Matthew.

Matthew, I swear, it's not what it appears to be!" I cried out, desperately trying to find a way out of the situation.

"Are you serious? Because it appears that you're both having a blast here while the rest of us are freaking out over there!" Matthew screamed, obviously too enraged to hear anything we or I had to say.

Becky, on the other hand, seemed characteristically cool and unaffected by his anger or my fear. Unsurprisingly, she made no effort to fix the apparent confusion that existed around us, and it almost seemed as though she was satisfied with the outcome of us being caught by Matthew.

"Can you tell me what's going on? I heard someone yelling." Andrew and Albert approached Matthew, appearing perplexed.