Page 109 of You Said I Was Your Favorite

Yeah, I am.

“Those boys don’t count. They’re heathens.” My father chuckles, shaking his head, rattling the ice in his glass. “And they’d be pissed if they heard me say that.”

“Hear, hear.” I raise my glass in a toast and drain most of it in one swallow.

“I’m texting them the transcript of this evening word for word,” Edie adds with a faint smile.

Our parents ignore her, but I send her a pointed look. I wouldn’t doubt for a fucking instant that she’s doing exactly that. The girl has a vengeful streak running through her that goes deep. Don’t mess with Edie.

I rarely do.

“You need a tie, Archibald,” Mother says, busting out the full name to get my attention.

I send her a withering glare. “I’ll grab one before we leave.”

“And a jacket,” Father adds as a reminder.

Edie giggles.

“What about her?” I wave a hand at my sister, sounding like I’m twelve and sick of her shit, which has been a constant pattern my entire life.

“What about Edie? She’s dressed impeccably.” Mother sends her an approving smile and Edie grabs the skirt of her simple pale yellow dress and offers a curtsey like Mom is royalty. “You, on the other hand, are far too casual for where we’re going tonight.”

Father starts talking, changing the subject, and I exhale softly, glad for the reprieve. I’m so tired of getting beat up all the time by my mother. The woman acts like she doesn’t approve of anything I do and it gets old.

I check my phone for a text from Daisy, but I’ve got nothing. A few texts from JJ saying how he misses me, accompanied by a photo of him drinking straight out of a Jack Daniels whiskey bottle, Mya pressed against his side with her lips on his cheek. Oh, and there’s what appears to be an endless string of texts from Cadence.

Where are you?

Are you out of town?

God I’m so bored when you’re not around.

I miss you.

Do you miss me?

We should get back together.

We make such a good couple.

Arch, answer me.

Why do you always ignore me?

I’m so sick of your shit, Archie.

I won’t be ignored.

FUCK YOU ARCHIE YOU DON’T DESERVE ME!!

I HATE YOU!!

The most recent text is a picture, her pouty face in the photo, anger filling her gaze while she gives me the finger. Her tits are pushed up so high out of the neckline of her shirt I’m pretty sure I can see a hint of nipple and Jesus, this is the last thing I want to see.

Infuriated, I block her, nearly jumping out of my skin when I hear Edie say something behind me.

“Who are you texting? Or should I say blocking?”

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