“You didn’t know either,” she shot back, making me chuckle.
“That’s because I don’t give a shit.”
“Is that right?” Star sang.
“That’s right.”
This time it was her that cocked a brow at me. “Then why’s she here?”
That was the stupidest question ever. She was obviously here so I could get the truth. I snickered and glanced over at Silas, who tipped his head as if he was also curious to hear the answer.
Really?
Had everyone lost their minds? Did they all forget what happened seven years ago? Because I didn’t, and I wasn’t about to let that shit happen again.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Get the fuck out.”
Silas tried coaxing his girlfriend away. “Come on, Crumpet.”
“No,” Star snarled, refusing to leave.
Why was she being so difficult about this? She barely knew Harper. “I’d listen to your boyfriend if I were you.”
“I don’t leave my friends behind.”
I looked her dead in the eyes and said, “Did you tell Tico that?”
Okay, that might’ve been a low blow, and I may have deserved the slap that followed, but ask me if I cared. I could give two shits about what she thought or how she felt. That was Silas’s job. Mine was to drive the nail in more.
“Look at it this way, London, at least you didn’t make this one kill himself.”
That’s when Silas intervened, stepping in between his girl and I.
“Nope, you are not doing this.” He waved his finger at me, “Not to her.”
“Oh, fuck you Silas. When did you become such a pussy?”
My best friend wasn’t known for losing control, but I knew what buttons to push. Just like I knew that tick in his jaw meant it was working.
“Look, you’re clearly upset so I’m gonna let that one go, but you need to walk away now and calm the fuck down.”
And there he was, Silas Creswell, the ever logical one of our duo. He should know better. When did that shit ever work on me?
“Or? Your girlfriend and I can have a chat on how to mentally destroy someone.” I leaned to the side to look over Silas’s shoulder at Star. “You’re good at that, aren’t you, London?”
“Alright, that’s it.” Silas’s fist swung through the air, clacking off my jaw.
My head snapped to the side, twisting my neck as a dull ache spread across the left side of my face. The coppery tint filling my mouth helped calm the tide of rage burning through my veins. A few more of those and I should be good.
I spat some blood on the floor then looked back at the scowl on my best friend’s face. “That all you got?”
I expected him to hit me again. Hell, I wanted him to hit me, but that wasn’t what I got.
Silas wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pressed my forehead to his. “I love you Mase, but I’m not going to help you hurt yourself.”
What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Before I could ask, he grabbed Star’s hand and walked away.
“Good,” I yelled after them, “Go. I don’t want you here anyway.”
