Cara nodded.
I checked every app, blocked Sasha wherever I could, then checked all of Cara’s settings, making sure her privacy was as locked down as I knew how to make it. “If she says anything to you, one peep,” I said as I double-checked everything, “you tell me.”
“Yeah, sure.” Cara took her phone, then lunged and hugged me before running to her next class.
Fuming, I pulled my phone free and unblocked Sasha’s number.
Better me than Cara.
Leave my sister alone. You got shit to say, say it to me. You got it?
Sasha Dobson
Babe!
Why do you make me jump through hoops to talk to you?
Please, stop this. We broke up.
Sasha Dobson
I’m not done with you.
I see that, but don’t message my sister. Don’t even talk to her.
Sasha Dobson
So mean, babe. I love Cara. She’s like a sister to me too.
I growled in frustration and punched the nearest locker. Heads swiveled my way, but I stalked off, needing away from people, away from everything.
Why are you doing this? Why are you acting like this?
Sasha Dobson
I told you, BABE. I’m not done with you.
Fine. Then let it be me, just me. Leave everyone else, including Cara, out of it.
Sasha Dobson
I’ll think about it as long as you don’t tell a soul what you said to me Saturday night.
What I said?
Sasha Dobson
The B word.
Break up?
Sasha Dobson
Yes. That never happened.
“Oh my God,” I groaned, scrubbing my face in an effort to cleanse my brain of her psycho. Thankfully, no one was nearby this time.
I won’t say anything, but it DID happen.
