“Good talk,” I said sarcastically as I pulled the door open. “Real motivational.”
Jett was sitting on the benches, waiting for me. “You’re still breathing.”
“He may be slightly pissed off,” I told him as I grabbed my backpack. “You’d think I’d done it intentionally, just to fuck up his Monday.”
“Your hands are important,” Jett said as he stood.
“I know,” I growled as I headed out.
“Why are you self-destructing?” Jett asked me quietly.
“Didn’t know I was.”
“Course you are,” my brother scoffed. “You’re so full of shit.”
“So I keep getting told,” I mumbled as I pulled my phone out of my back pocket.
“She’s skipping today.”
“Why?” I asked him as I looked up from the phone.
“I dunno, Gray, maybe because you fucking destroyed her yesterday,” he bit out angrily.
“Hardly.”
“Don’t be a prick. You were cruel, and she didn’t need that.”
“She needs to pull her head out of her ass and face the facts,” I reminded him. “She can help us. Tell me you told her that.” I saw him hesitate, and I groaned. “You hadonefucking job,” I scolded as I passed him and headed to her apartment.
“Where you going?” Jett yelled from behind me.
“Where the hell do you think I’m going?” I grumbled as I flicked him the finger with my good hand while walking away.
When I got there, the door was locked, and she didn’t open it when I knocked. I knocked louder.
“Dude, get the hint, she isn’t in.” Some blonde said as she walked out of the lower apartment, and I ignored her as I pulled my phone out.
Me:I have no problem knocking this door in either
Quinn:I’m not talking to you
Me:Okay. Open the door
Quinn:Go to class
I pounded on the door harder. It worked because she threw the door open in fury, her eyes wild with anger and her temper riding high.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she demanded as she glared at me.
Pushing past her, I walked inside and grinned when I heard her hesitate before she slammed the door shut behind me. Turning, I looked her over: black yoga pants, bright pink T-shirt, her hair in two braids.
“Working out?” I guessed as I noted her coffee table pushed to the side.
“Trying to,” she sassed back at me. “What do you want?”
“Thought that was obvious,” I said as I took a seat.
“Well, consider me dumb and spell it out for me.” Her arms were folded across her chest as she stared at me.
