When Will shut his door, Lena knew he was angry with her; he almost<em>always</em>left his door open, unless he was sleeping. But at this point, she wasn't too concerned. She'd seen how much he still wanted her and knew that he would get over it sooner or later. It wasn't that she didn't want him, too, but there was a certain amount of understanding that the two of them would have to come to before she would let him have what he wanted.  Lena wasn't a doll that he could tug around and play with whenever he wanted, nor was she a possession to be owned by a single person.  Will was already getting possessive over her and they'd hardly had any contact whatsoever.<br/><br/>To Lena, that wasn't a good sign.<br/><br/>She sat down on her own bed and sighed, looking over at Natalia with an annoyed look on her face, mouth hanging open slightly.<br/><br/>"Boys are stupid," she grumbled.  The statement didn't seem to need any more explanation than she gave in Lena's opinion, but she had a feeling her sister was going to be looking for more.