“Why is he calling you chubby?” His face is nearly all red, the cords of his neck jut out, pulling at his skin. He must have scrolled up to see the previous texts that I still hadn’t deleted.
“Look, I don’t know, but can I have my phone now?”
“One second.” He pulls out his phone and takes a picture of my screen before tossing it to me.
“What was that for?”
“No reason.”
“You don’t speak to me for weeks, but then you snatch my phone from me? God, you’re infuriating.”
He stays silent, pressing buttons on his phone. “So, you don’t know why this guy would think it was okay to talk to you like you’re not the most beautiful woman alive?”
My breath gets stuck in my throat.
“You can’t just say that to me, acting like you didn’t break my heart.”
His jaw twitches. “Skye, I’m not in a good place. You deserve better than me, and you sure as fuck deserve better than this little shit.” He shakes his phone at me, showing me the picture he took of my screen.
“David Dingle. Nice to meet you, shithead.”
“What did you just do?”
“Texted him from my phone.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Maybe I’m looking for some new friends. Looks like we have at least one thing in common.”
“Gah. You’re such an asshole, Lukas!” I storm out of the room and run downstairs. I need a moment to breathe, but unfortunately Emmet is sitting in the living room. I glance around and decide to head to the game room.
I open the door and spot Sloan playing one of his videogames.
“Hey, mind if I join you?” I ask.
He picks his headphones off his ear and gives me a smile.
“Of course. Sit.” I crumple on the couch, my emotions feeling like a washing machine churning in my stomach. I was upset for so many reasons, but mostly I was upset at myself for wanting that attention from Lukas. My feelings for him were just as strong, even though I felt hurt by him pushing me away.
“Wanna play?” Sloan asks. I can tell he’s doing better than when he first got out of the hospital. He’s almost back to his normal weight, and he’s got more color back in his face.
“Absolutely.” He hands me the spare controller and I dive into the distraction. I shoot everyone in this game, annihilating the enemy within minutes.
“Fuck, Skye. That was impressive.”
I shrug my shoulder. “I see why you like this game.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks. His eyes are full of kindness and it’s easy to forget there’s a literal demon inhabiting his body right now.
I give him a sad smile. “Not really. I just want to lose myself in this game for a while.”
He nods his head, starting up another game for us. I push down my emotions and focus on the buttons beneath my fingers, pouring all my sadness and frustration into the game.
ChapterThirty-Three
SLOAN
SONG: PAIN BY JIMMY EAT WORLD
