She didn’t look very convinced.
“Did you really go to Tom Austin’s yesterday?”
I nodded, scraping the bottom of the baggie with my index finger.
“I don’t need you to defend my honor, James. You’ve already got enough issues. Avoid finding excuses to get into fights.”
“Do you think that asshole can come to the same place I’m at, do something like that, and get away with it?”
“Are you sure you did it for me?” Tiffany raised her eyebrows.
“Of course. They roofied your drink.”
She stared at me with her narrowed brown eyes.
“Yeah.”
Tiffany still smiled cockily but got more suspicious than ever seeing me look down.
“Look at you,” she continued in an amused voice.
“What?”
“I don’t recognize you,” she teased.
“Cut it out, Tiff.”
I already knew what she was getting at.
“There’s a party tonight, and you’re here in the dark doing what?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Are you coming?”
“It’s always the same shit,” I retorted surly.
“This morning Connell wouldn’t stop talking about how you defended Blaze yesterday.”
“I didn’t. Besides, why do you listen to that dick?”
“He’s cute.”
“Who?”
“Blaze.” She smiled.
I shrugged it off. “If you say so.”
“He’s a little shy.”
“It’s a weakness.”
I could see it from a mile away. I always recognized them immediately, my counterparts. I was just a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“You’re such an asshole, James. Sometimes I think you did it to Taylor on purpose. She’s the only one who knows how to stand up to you.”
I crossed my arms. “And you? Who would you do it for?” The question took her breath away. We stared at each other for a few moments.
