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When the fuck did she flip the script?
I glare at the nerd next to me.
It’s like I’ve thought before… she’s a damn witch.
Wiping the tears from her cheek, she glances at me and laughs some more.
“You’re the one who has been on my ass about not worrying so much. Living my life or whatever bullshit it is you preach. So I lived a little. Did something without concern. But I didn’t expect this reaction.”
Neither did I.
And I’m kicking myself for even asking these questions.
I refuse to respond, and she stares at me again. It’s as if her blue eyes are boring holes right into the side of my skull.
With a tilt of her head, she gives me a look like she feels sorry for me. “Don’t tell me you fell in love. I’ll have to text all your friends about it.”
“Absolutely not. And I haven’t even given you your phone back. Not that you have their numbers.”
She’s quiet.
Too quiet.
“Do you have their numbers?”
She better not have their numbers. Whoever was stupid enough to give them to her is a dead man as soon as I get my hands on them.
My fingers grip the wheel with the itch to strangle her when she laughs again.
“I don’t have their numbers.”
“Telling them anything is off limits. We’re not pulling that shit again. I know you told on me about the shopping trip on purpose.”
Brinley grins.
“I cross my heart, I won’t breathe a word to your friends that you were the one to ask a girl if she’s mad at you for having sex. Or if itmeans anything. I know what that would do to your reputation.”
“I didn’t ask if it meant anything.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I did not.”
I swear to God, there are microphones in my car because at that moment, my phone rings.
Casting Brinley a warning glare, I practically dare her to breathe a word of this to whoever happens to be on the other line.
She rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to the scenery rushing by.
Hitting the button to answer without bothering to look, I speak over the sound of the engine and the wind coming in through the open windows.
“You’re on speaker.”
I always like to warn these assholes when I have someone around who can hear them. We have too many secrets and can’t take the risk of one of them slipping out.
“You in Georgia yet?”
It’s Damon, thank fuck.
