Page 160 of Revenge Puck
“Puh-lease,” she lets out. “I watched your last game; the cameras were zooming in on you getting in Declan’s face. If you weren’t that guy, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. How long have you been seeing her? Is fourteen days long enough for a man to un-asshole himself?”
Un-assholemyself. Is she inventing verbs now?
“You have no faith in me.”
Sutton scoffs, tossing her long, dark ponytail. “Oh please—I am a girl’s girl. You weren’t going to win this argument.”
I laugh. “That is so unfair.”
An eye roll. “You don’t get points for realizing you have feelings after plotting to crush someone’s heart.”
I wish she would stop phrasing it like this.
It makes me sound unhinged.
“You were with Bailey for a year. Then you jump straight into this? So suspect.”
“Okay,” I mutter, rubbing my temples. “You are not helpful.”
For a split second, I consider hanging up on her in the guise of saving myself from a full dismantling of my character.
No one is more ruthless than a sibling.
My sister is proof.
Sutton must see something shift on my face because her expression changes, and if we were in the same room, she’d be pulling me in for a hug.
“Hey.”
I look back at the screen.
“I’m not trying to annihilate you.”
“Feels like it.” Am I pouting? Sounds like it.
She smiles. “I’m trying to make sureyoudon’t annihilateyourself.”
“You don’t think I know I fucked this up?” I lean back against the couch, exhausted. “I do.”
“I know you do,” she replies gently. “You want advice?”
“Yes.”
“Actual advice?”
“Yes.”
She nods once, decisive. “Okay. Stop thinking about how to get yourself out of this mess.”
I frown.
How does she know?
“That’s literally what I’m trying to do.”
“Duh, I know. That’s your problem. You’re in crisis management mode.” Sutton leans back against the bowl of her toilet. “First, you need to tell her all this before someone else does. All of it, starting from the beginning.”
I nod slowly.
