- New York | Ten years earlier ]
(Sebastian's POV)
"You did what?" Aaron's eyeballs popped out, his mouth was agape, and his loud voice echoed in the space. He looked as shocked as he was when George was selected as the soccer captain, the lean and weak guy who barely kicked the ball in the right direction.
I threw a cushion at him, and the poor boy couldn't even dodge that; he was still in shock. "Don't shout, dumb. Mom is downstairs." Aaron closed his mouth, thankfully, and chewed food was visible on his parted lips. He painfully swallowed the remaining food and plopped down next to me.
"Are you serious?" He asked in a whisper. I nodded my head. Aaron's eyes enlarged for the second time. "You kissed Stella." His voice turned lower and hoarse. A realization dawned upon him. "And you are telling me this now..." He dramatically rolled on the other side mattress and sighed. "You have broken the 'bro code'".