“Shared locations,” I answer honestly.
“Shared locations?” She asks, eyebrows reaching the ceiling.
“You can get pissed.”
“Um, yes, I can.”
I hold up the fork, “Eat the sausage I brought you and tell me you’re not grateful, we shared locations.”
“We did not sh—” I take the opportunity to put the fork in her mouth. She covers it with her hand and talks with her mouth full, “You did not just shove your sausage in my mouth.”
I can’t help but grin, and she elbows me, hard too. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Tsarina. I play hockey, I saw an opening and took the shot.”
Her eyes widen as she chews, very fast, might I add, and before she can … swallow, I call her out, “You can’t get pissed at me for doing the same thing you did.”
She shakes her head as she swallows. “I didn’t secretly share locations when I had your phone, I just.” She pauses, looking very guilty about something, then straightens her shoulders. “I deleted a few DM’s. And by the way, you should thank me, they were not attractive, and their grammar sucked.” I pull my phone out of my pocket to look, and she snatches it. “Okay, and maybe I replied to a few.”
“You what?”
“It’s your fault.”
“You hacking my phone and replying to private messages is my fault?”
“Yes. You Sofie-napped me and then drove like a dick.”
“I—”
“You did.”
“Okay, then,” I chuckle as I hold out my hand. “Let’s see what I wrote.”
She puts it behind her back. “We’ve grown since then, our… friendship is blossoming.”
I stab another piece of sausage, “You’ve got five minutes to delete what you don’t want me to see without consequence.”
“Wait, consequence?” I smile and nod. “You can’t give me consequences.”
“Then how will you learn?”
She scoffs. “How will I learn?”
“We need boundaries, yes? Rules?”
“Says the location stealer,” she huffs.
“So, you’ve never done anything like that? Shared a location from a friend’s phone?”
“No.”
“Little liar,” I laugh.
“I’ve never done.” She stops. “Wait, who have you been talking to?”
I hold the fork up, and she bites my sausage.
“I’ll give you a hint.” She rolls those gorgeous eyes of hers. “Someone said, and I quote, when you’ve got a certain someone at the Puck Pad, turn off her location. Little shit turnedblankson inblankand she didn’t know it. They haven’t turned them off since.”
She swallows, “So ClaudiaandNalani know?”
