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“What in the actual fuck is that supposed to mean?” She scoffs. “You’ve been talking to me since I was a literal baby.”
“That’s the problem!” I shout, but don’t mean to, so I lower my voice. “That’s the fucking problem.”
“So now I’m just a problem you need to solve?”
“No, Lincoln. I’m the problem. I shouldn’t feel like this about you. You shouldn’t be here right now.”
She glances at the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table and back to me, “Are you drunk?”
“No, I’m just drinking.”
She glares at me, “Just drinking but not drunk?”
“I’m a little drunk,” I admit. “What does that even matter?”
She shakes her head, “Did you tell your parents about your leg?”
“No, why would I?” I scoff. “So they can come home and tell me how I ruined their trip? I’m a grown ass man, I don’t need my mommy and daddy.”
Her face falls, “I know you don’t need them but they should need you. They should want to be part of your life.”
I shrug her comment off, “Did you tell your mom and dad about my leg?”
She shakes her head, “No. They know your leg is hurting you but I didn’t tell them what Dr. Marlow said. I told Reiss you might be looking at another surgery.”
I sigh, “That explains the missed calls.”
“I had to tell him something, he’s been breathing down my neck.”
“Well, I don’t know if I want another surgery.” I hesitate before reiterating, “Actually, IknowI don’t.”
Her eyes turn dark, “So you just wanna hurt forever? You sound like an idiot right now.”
I roll my eyes, “At least I’m consistent.”
“Consistently stupid,” she agrees. “You can’t live like this.”
“Okay, well what about Nationals?”
Her features turn a furious shade of red. “What about Nationals? You can’t race like that, dipshit.”
“First I’m an idiot and now I’m a dipshit?”
She crosses her arms over her chest, “An asshole too. A, B, and C. All of the above, actually!”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Tell me how you really feel, baby Bane.”
She mimics my earlier comment, “At least I’m consistent with my insults.”
I roll my eyes at her, “Where is Reiss anyway?”
“Going on a date with Mira Tate.”
The way she says her name, like it's something she has to spit out, is funny. She continues, “I don’t even know why he’s going out with her. It’s not like she’s really into him. She’s just using him for something.”
I can’t hide the grin that envelops my entire face. It earns a pointed look from Lincoln. “Oh my God. Ew.”
“I’m just saying, I can think of two very big and very perky reasons that Reiss is hanging out with Mira.”
