“I tried, but you decided to be an immature asshole about everything. And like I said, I’m a bit busy at the moment.”
Nessa lifts her shoulders dismissively, not bothering to give a fuck. “Yeah, well…how would you feel if everyone you loved said they were going to leave you behind?”
Not warm and fuzzy.
Nonetheless, she has no reason not to trust me to follow through on my word. I’ve never let her down before. I don’t plan on doing it in the future either.
However, again, this isn’t the time.
She shakes her head at me through my silence and averts her eyes to one of the large white warehouses surrounding us. “I swear to God, I knew this town would kill us one way or another.”
Speak English and not in riddles, bitch.
It’s what I want to say, but Nessa isn’t one to be intimidated by me or anyone else. She’s South Shore. No amount of screaming, demanding, or threatening will get her to spew out what I want, no matter how hard I try.
“I always thought it’d be us three,” she continues. “Just running around like we always did. I never thought or believed any one of us would leave. South Shore was always home, no matter how stupid or dangerous it got.”
I can’t help but nod. Levi, her, and me, we ran wild, young, dumb, and free. It was a way to get by the hardships. The things we didn’t have. The way we wanted to build a future and do better for ourselves.
It was always the plan.
“We’ve been through this.” I clutch my fingers into tight fists. “Are we done here?”
“If you wanna be.” I immediately begin to pivot back toward the Honda when she throws another curveball of vagueness at me that has me freezing in my steps. “How long?”
The fuck is wrong with this bitch these days?
I sigh impatiently and turn around. She has anotherminuteto get what she needs out before I’m getting the hell out of here. “How long,what?”
“How long have things been going on between you and Levi?”
My brows instantly clash together because there’s no underlying meaning to her question. It’s more like a bogus hallucination she developed in her head.
“Don’t play stupid with me. The least you can do is be straight up.”
“I’m not. Having this conversation is one of the stupidest things I’ve done all night. And trust me, I’ve already done a lot.”
A haughty scoff leaves her mauve-painted lips. “I have no doubt. But I think I deserve an answer to the questions I’ve been asking for months.”
No clue what she’s talking about.
“You haven’t asked me any other questions.”
“See, this is the same bullshit Levi gave me,” she quips sharply, shaking her index finger in the air. “And I don’t believe you.”
I’m starting to see this clearer now, and I don’t want to.
Not her.
Not the only girlfriend I’ve ever had and kept because she was the yin to my yang.
The only girl who wasn’t a jealous-ass bitch all the time.
The chick who didn’t want to fuck my best friend and talk about it.
Nessa might have her issues, but she was loyal to a fault. I could always rely on her for backup and a night to party. She always made sure I had shit for the girls.
But now, as I stare at her, it’s starting to make sense.
