Davien tossed a crumpled piece of paper high up in the air as he lay on the bed. He caught it and tossed it right out. It was currently time for dinner, but here he was tossing trash instead of sitting with Bel, staring at her. It was definitely better than hanging out with him.
"Get out of my room," Alex said. He was seated by his desk, glaring at his brother. The seat had been turned so it was facing Davien, who lay on the bed with his feet on the ground.
"No, it's too close to her room. I would be tempted to go join her for dinner."
"I don't care about this. Why are you making this my problem?" Alex asked darkly. "You always do this."
"Relax, it's just until dinner is over. You don't have to sound so irritated."
"Whether it is only for a second or an hour, every second you spend in my room is aggravating. You're annoying."