“Why do you let her drive your truck and not me?” Blair asks, genuinely confused.
“Because you’re an idiot,” August says flatly, “and she’s my girlfriend.”
Lucas chuckles to himself, planting a kiss on the top of Claire’s head before nodding in my direction. “Hey Sash.”
“Hey Lu,” I respond, waving.
Blair’s brows shoot up, “you guys are on a nickname basis now?”
Lucas smirks. “Jealous?”
“Of her? Never. I’ve got twenty years of friendship under my belt, I know you could never replace me.”
Everyone laughs, and I start to think that everything that’s happened to me up until this point can stay in the past. I can move past it…
Until Nathan walks up to us.
“Can I talk to you?”
nineteen
DAVIS
Lucas pulls Claire behind him, “you aren’t talking to anybody. She made it pretty clear she didn’t want anything from you.”
The last time he tried to approach her was back in November, she slapped the shit out of him in a grocery store and put him in his place. I’m surprised he’s coming back for round two.
Nathan glares at Lucas. “Don’t worry, I’m not here for your girlfriend.”
The tension between the two of them is palpable.
Sasha takes a step forward, and I feel my heart sink. Her head is turned away from him, but I can see enough of her face through her hair to see that she’s eyeing my friends.
She won’t look at me though.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she says quietly.
His face drops, “Sash-“
“You two know each other?” Blair interrupts. His eyesdart between her and Nathan with a furious look on his face.
August, Miller and Lucas creep towards her, cornering her like a wild animal, and they’re the hunters.
Me? I’m frozen in place.
I can’t think, speak or breathe.
Sasha looks up at all of them, tears filling her eyes as she struggles to find her words.
“She’s my best friend,” Nathan offers, “of course we know each other.”
That snaps Sasha out of whatever she was just in, “we are not best friends,” she yells. “You lost that the second you touched Claire without her consent.”
Holy fucking shit. This is the person who was ripped from the walls of her childhood home. Nathan Thomas and Sasha Price were best friends.
Something sick twists my stomach into knots, something not unlike jealousy and anger.
He knows Sasha —mySasha— better than any of us do. He got to watch her grow up, learn things about her and see her become the person she is today.
