“The one who?—”
“Slept with Bryson,” he says.
“Wow…”
“Yup…”
“Did you get?—”
“The video?” He sardonically laughs. “Yeah. I got it.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah…” He tucks his hands in his pockets, shrugging and chuckling. I also find it comical, but I don’t outwardly show it.
“So…not that I care, but she was very comfortable around you.”
He rolls his eyes irately. “She likes to believe we’re going to fix things and get back together. She likes to pretend she didn’t cheat on me with my teammate. And she likes to pretend shedidn’tknow he had a girlfriend.”
Now I understand why she was staring up at him like she was in love with him and why he was quick to remove her arm and stand next to me.
“Wait, so she knew—” I stop mid-sentence, remembering how Bryson insisted she didn’t know about me because he didn’t tell her. “I can’t believe I believed that fucking piece of shit. God, I’m so stupid.”
“Don’t say that. You’re not stupid. He?—”
“No, I am because he said she didn’t know. He was very insistent about it and because I was over it, I believed him. I didn’t want to be that person. I didn’t want to be the girl who blamed another girl because her boyfriend is a fucking—fuck!”
I inhale a breath and blow it out harshly as I stalk back into my house. I faintly hear Daniel ask what I’m doing. When I march back out with a knife and my car keys, his eyes go round.
After I shut and lock my door, I turn and see the shock on his face swiftly shift and become grave, but that doesn’t stop me from walking past him.
“So, we need to have alibis and shovels, and we need to make it quick. Also, we need to keep the blood to a minimum because you know that’s hard to get rid of, or at least it’s what I’ve seen in the shows.”
I halt in my tracks and spin around. He almost crashes into me, but he manages to stop in time. “What are you talking about?”
“Are we not murdering Bryson?” he asks casually, but I hear the hint of amusement and confusion in his voice.
I cock a brow. “We?”
“I got your back, Jos,” he states, no amusement or confusion in his voice this time.
My heart does that weird thing again. I’m almost tempted to stab myself in the chest to make the rapid beats stop, but I don’t want to traumatize him again.
“I’m not murdering anyone. If I’m going to keep existing, I’m not going to do it behind bars.”
It’s meant to come off as a joke, but I deliver it too dryly. I internally wince, but Daniel smiles, decreasing my desire to slip into the corner of darkness.
“Wewould be behind bars. Bryson’s not much taller than you, but, and I hate to admit this, he’s pretty strong. I’ll knock his ass out for you and you can do all the stabbing. Not a big fan of blood.” He scrunches his nose.
The corner of my lip jerks upward and before it disappears, his gaze lands on it and it stalls there briefly before his eyes lift again to meet mine.
Surely there must be heart condition problems running in my family I don’t know about because the way my heart is racing is terrifying.
“I don’t want to kill him. I’m going to slash his tires. It won’t hurt him physically, but it’ll hurt nonetheless. And that’s good enough for me. I’m sure you know how much he loves his Audi.”
Aside from how much Bryson loves himself, that car comes in second.
He nods, grinning. “Remind me to never piss you off.”
