Page 66 of Deviant
My chest tightens. Then our fight replays in my head—his willingness for me to be nothing—and it’s enough.
Her voice startles me from over my shoulder. “Bitch, no, you’re not texting him. Delete that shit now.”
Pressing down on theBackbutton, I watch every word disappear. Then I toss my phone to the floor, and cover my face with the blanket in an attempt to go back to sleep.
“Alright,” Miranda says, clapping her hands, and coming to stand in front of the couch. “This is officially depressing as fuck.”
I groan, pulling the blanket over my head. “Go away.”
“Nope. Not happening. I can’t watch this train wreck anymore.”
The blanket disappears from my body.
I squint up at her. “I hate you.”
She smiles, thankful to get some kind of reaction out of me. “You love me.”
Glancing up at her, I give her a puzzled look before looking at my own chest. “It definitely doesn’t feel like love right now, I just checked. Doesn’t look like it either.”
“Get up.”
“Mir.”
“Get. Your. Ass. Up. We’re going out.”
A laugh escapes me. “Absolutely not.”
“Yes. Absolutely yes. You’ve had time to mope, and now you’ve reached the limit. We haven’t found shit on the anonymous texter, besides that it’s a burner phone inCedarbrook, so I’m pissed. We’re both going to blow off steam and have fun.”
“Wow. How supportive of you. You shouldn’t have.”
“I am supportive,” she shoots back. “I let you rot on my couch, and now I’m making you get off it. I know you. You probably don’t care as much as you did yesterday anyway,” she challenges.
When I don’t respond, she narrows her eyes. “Five minutes, or I’m picking your outfit.”
My brow kicks up. “That’s a threat. I’ve seen what you call agoing outoutfit.”
She winks at me. “You bet your ass it is.” Then she walks down the hall to find outfits for herself and options for me.
“Five minutes,” I mutter, pushing myself up.
Within thirty minutes, music fills the apartment, loud and bright—something that keeps my thoughts from straying too far. She hands me a drink like it’s a lifeline I was unaware I needed.
“Chug.”
I stare at the shimmering blue liquid she’s holding out to me. “Fuck no. I’m not chugging that.”
She quips back, “You are if you want to survive the night.”
Fuck, this is gonna suck…
Tipping my head back, I take a big swig. The burn hits fast, settling low in my chest.
I try to hand the cup back to her, but she pushes it back against my chest. “Again.”
“What the fuck? Are you trying to kill me?”
“No, just trying to make you fun again.”
