Year One (Chronicles of The One #1)(67)

“Not the Kimster,” Eddie agreed. “She always saves a little something on her plate to give to Joe. You don’t do that, then steal. ’Cause, man, it’s stealing.”

Hands fisted on her hips, Lana scowled at the cabinets. “I’m going to have to recalculate meals and portions.”

“We’ll see about getting more supplies when we get the truck,” Max told her.

“I’ll go with you,” Poe said. “You need at least two for driving, and three’s better.”

They turned as a group, looked at Shaun when he came in. He shoved up his glasses.

“What?”

“Food supplies and propane are down,” Poe said.

“Yeah? Well, we’ve been eating and living, so supplies go down.” He walked to the pantry, came out with a can of Coke. “This is my ration, and I don’t drink coffee or tea.”

“How much else have you taken out of there?”

“Why me?” he shot back at Poe.

“Because, brother, you’ve got guilt all over you.”

“Bull. If anybody’s taking stuff, it’s probably you so you don’t lose any frigging muscle tone. And you know what? I don’t have to take this crap from you, from anybody. It’s my damn house.”

“One you wouldn’t have gotten to without the rest of us,” Poe reminded him, and stood, using his impressive height and build. “It’s everybody’s damn house now. It’s everybody’s supplies. And nobody takes more than his share.”

“Screw you.” But Shaun’s eyes sparkled with more than defiance. Seeing it, sensing the anger building in Poe, Max stepped forward.

“Easy,” he murmured to Poe, then turned to Shaun. “If I go up to your room, am I going to find food stashed?”

“You’ve got no right to go into my room. Who made you captain of the damn ship, anyway? You’re only here because I did Eric a favor.”

“Dude.” Eddie let out a sigh. “Weak. And you just copped to it.”

“So the frick what? So I took a fricking bag of fricking Doritos. I got hungry.”

“That’s bad enough, but it’s more than that,” Lana said. “There’s more food gone than that.”

“Fine, I made some damn mac and cheese one night. I couldn’t sleep. Sue me.”

“And the canned pasta and stew, the soup?” Lana asked.

“Not on me!” Now tears glittered on his lashes behind his glasses. “Canned stew’s revolting. I took Doritos and the mac and cheese, and okay, a couple of the snack cakes. That’s it. I get nervous at night. I eat when I’m nervous.”

“What’s going on?” The raised voices had Kim rushing in, with Eric and Allegra strolling in behind her.

“They’re bent out of shape because I ate some Doritos.”

“Because you took more than your share,” Lana corrected.

“What else do you do when you’re nervous at night?” Poe demanded. “Do you sleep with the lights on, turn up the heat in your room?”

“I read. Okay, I read, but I’ve got a book light. I use my book light. And I like the room cool to sleep. You could ask my fricking roommate if he wasn’t dead.”

Tears spilled then as he dropped down on a stool.

“Hey, chill, everybody.” Smiling a little, Eddie held out his hands. “No big. So Shaun got the munchies.”

“He took more than his share.” Max’s voice hardened. “More than we all agreed. We have to think of the group as a whole, not just ourselves. We’re down food and propane because someone got selfish.”

“It’s not all on me! I didn’t take any disgusting stew.”

“Jesus, get off his back.” Eric patted Shaun’s knee. “It’s not the end of the world because, hey, that pretty much already happened.”

Hands clenched at his sides, Max stepped forward. He knew his brother. He recognized the attitude. “Did you help yourself, Eric?”

“What if I did? Are you going to vote me off the island? Who crowned you king around here? You bring this guy—who wasn’t even invited—and his stupid dog. Without them, we’d have more food anyway.”

“Harsh, dude,” Eddie commented.

Because her temper jumped, Lana fought for calm. Shouting, she thought, accusations, ugly words wouldn’t solve the problem. “We had enough for two weeks, now we don’t. It’s just that simple.”

“So, get more.” All defiance, Eric flipped a hand at Lana. “You’re the one doing all the cooking. Maybe you got sloppy with it. For all we know you’re helping yourself when you stir the pot, and guard this kitchen like you’re fucking in charge.”

Max clamped a hand on Eric’s shoulder. “Careful.”

After knocking the hand away, Eric rounded on Max.

In Eric, Lana saw more than temper. It shocked her to see something approaching rage.

“What’re you going to do about it?” Eric lifted a hand. Little blue sparks snapped from his fingertips. “You want to try to push me around like you always did? Try it. Try it now and see what happens.”

“What the hell’s wrong with you?”

“Everybody’s just stressed out.” Allegra gripped Eric’s arm, tugged. “Come on, Eric, come on now. We’re all just penned in here and stressed out. Let’s go for a walk, okay? I really want to get out for a while.”