9:25 pm.

Nash didn't see your car in the driveway, and Grayson didn't hear you come in. The thought of tracking your phone passed Xander's mind, but he kept it to himself. Jameson occasionally would look out the window when a car passed by.

01:36 am.

The door opened and shut, the winter air chilling the foyer further. Grayson's head snapped up the second the headlights illuminated the driveway, his grey eyes watching you carefully. Each track of his eyes was cold. Calculated. On the other hand, Nash, Jameson, and Xander looked more interested than concerned. Though they were very concerned about where you had been.

"Don't lie. Tell me where you've been." Grayson's voice cut through the tense silence, scanning your person to make sure nothing bad happened.

"He's being dramatic. Just tell us where you've been and we'll debate on house arrest." Jameson corrected, a grin pulling at his lips.