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I can feel the anger boiling my blood. I’m typically a laid-back guy, I don’t have beef with people, but she’s managing to get on my nerves easier than anyone else.
“Well, you’re a hypocrite,” I accuse her, maybe rougher than I intended to. But I honestly don’t care. She needs to know the reality of her situation because she’s not a saint. I’m no angel, but I’m not a devil either, just like her. “This phone thing is the easy way out fromyourproblem.”
An angry blush starts blossoming on her cheeks, expanding swiftly all over the olive skin that covers her face. She seems like she’s about to explode. Bree is seconds away from turning into a small version of the devil, and I’m not prepared to handle that. I can barely handle her at all, this isn’t something that I’m not equipped to deal with. But I’m not ready to back out either. I don’t want Bree to win this argument.
“Explain to me how the fuck this is the easy way out?” Bree asks rhetorically, moving a step closer with her hands closed in tight fists. “For Christ’s sake, you stole a phone, and I had to coax your address from your roommate.”
“I bet that was hard,” I reply with sarcasm.
Ryder has no self-control when it comes to pleasing girls. All she needed to do was bat her lashes on his way and drop a flirty comment or two to have him wrapped around her finger. Shit, considering that he saw a glimpse of my anger towards her, he probably did it on purpose, only to see what the outcome of this chaos would be like.
“Don’t say it that way.” Bree snarls, but it’s not like I don’t know my friend. Ryder’s tongue is too loose for his good. “My point is thatnoneof this has been easy. What do you suggest that I do? What’s thegood path?”
“Put your big girl pants on and accept that you screwed up,” I spit out roughly, the truth sounding harsher than I initially intended to.
Bree’s lips quiver as she tries to pronounce a comeback. She presses her mouth into a thin line, her eyes piercing into me.
“Fuck. You.”
My head tilts as my shoulders go up in a shrug. I raise my hands in peace, trying to ease the thick tension in the hall. None of us is going to do the right thing. She’s too stubborn, and I’m not going to be the one stepped on.
“Sorry, Bree, but it’s the truth. Whether you like it or not, we’re in this together.”
An excruciating silence installs around us, wrapping us. Bree remains unbothered, her expression emotionless with her eyes still glaring into mine. Fear claws its way into my system as time passes. Maybe I screwed up, and she’s waiting to knee me in the balls and take the phone with her.
Why isn’t she reacting?
“Are you going to start singing now?” Her voice breaks the silence, taking me by surprise.
I blink, making my best effort to understand her comment, but my mind is blank. What the hell is she talking about?
“What?”
“You sounded like a character from a musical about to start singing and dancing.”
I inhale deeply, hoping that the air will give me an additional source of patience to tolerate this girl for the rest of the semester. I’m not even sure that I’m going to be able to do this. Not with her, after all.
She’s the last option that I have, I remind myself.
“Let’s concentrate on the phone, okay?”
“Sounds good to me,” she agrees with a single nod.
For the first time, we’re on the same page.
I turn on the phone and slide my finger over the screen. The passcode jumps in, and I freeze, my fingers lingering over the numbers.
“I don’t know the code,” I mutter with closed eyes in an attempt to hide my shame.
How did I forget about that? I was so caught up trying not to get caught that I didn’t even stop a second to think about a passcode. I figure that John has nothing to hide because he barely uses his phone. Why does he need a passcode anyway?
“Jesus Christ, do you even think about what you’re doing before you do it?”
“Can I ask you the same thing?” I say back, glaring at her.
I know that I hit a nerve because she flashes me her middle finger.
“Try something simple like ‘1,2,3,4’. He seems like a simple guy.”
