Dylan has been running errands and doing whatever Clarissa and Brendax tell him all because of me. I know he would get back at them for trampling on his ego like that.

'Clarissa, do you think we should let him off the hook yet?" Brendax uttered, Dylan was giving him a death glare, but he ignored it.

Clarissa nodded her head, eating the ice cream Dylan had scooped for her. By this time they all looked at me, I looked at each of them.

'Have you made your ...