Ken didn’t believe in either of those.
Even when she had both things staring in her face. Landon would have gone against Menace for the sake of love. For the chance to experience what he felt he was missing out on.
I looked down at my phone, expecting to see that text message that I always received. Gerald always sent me a text message, and this was another day without receiving one.
“I told him to shut the fuck up,” I blurted.
Landon turned his attention back to me, not fazed by my sudden outburst. “Why?”
This was the exact reason Landon was my person, and the closest sibling. Had I told Kora something like that, she would have told me I was going to be lonely forever with that behavior.
Then I would have responded with her fetish of white men, and she would have told me to leave her house, and I would leave, but not before shuffling her trophies of all the white men souls she takes.
Landon was different.
Our conversations started a little one sided when he was younger. He never gave much input, because he was busy playing with toys, or when he got older, doing his homework. As he became older, he was the most levelheaded of us all. He made me think about some of my actions, and he didn’t judge either.
“I was racing your car in Brooklyn with Blair and Capri and lost.”
He nodded. “I knew that random head was a fucking trick.”
I held my hand up. “Landon, I’ll scream that you have a bomb if you say some shit like that again.”
Instead of being scared of my threat, his loony ass was laughing. “Zoya, why did you tell him to shut the fuck up?”
“He was being all positive and shit… I lost and was pissed. Giving me that loser pep talk.”
“You win some and lose some?” Landon knew exactly what I was talking about.
“Yeah.” I pouted and tossed my phone into my purse.
He shook his head. “You gotta stop living your adult life by the rules that Menace set when we were kids… we won every competition, award, and whatever contest because he said second place was for people that ate crayons.”
“And it is.”
“You apologized?”
“Didn’t get the cha?—”
“You made it worse, huh?”
I looked away because he knew me too well. “Why do you assume that?”
“’Cause I know you. When you feel backed into a corner, you get crazy out the mouth. Probably said something even worse.”
“Not true… he cursed at me.”
Landon paused. “You told him to shut the fuck up, Zoya.”
“Now I’m a big fat rude bitch… it really gets to a point, Landon.”
Landon shook his head and stood up from the table. “You never want to hear when you’re wrong… apologize.”
“Fine.”
“Put that on Roxy.” He stared at me until I agreed.
“Fine… I put it on that dead fucking dog.”
