Page 227 of Hooking Up
All right. I take the bait. It can't be worse than the thoughts going around my head.
I join him.
He shakes his head, sending his wavy hair all over the place. "You're an asshole."
"That it?"
"You flung your girl's dirty laundry all over the room."
"She's not my girl anymore." I lean against the divider wall. "What's it to you?"
He shrugs.
"That's it?" Seriously, what the fuck?
"Yeah."
"What? Am I stealing your thing?"
"Fuck no. You don't wear misery like I do."
Fair enough. It's natural on Ryan. Like he was born with a frown. Hell, I barely remember him with a smile. He was never the happiest guy in the world, but when he was around Penny…
"You love her, huh?"
"Why do you care?"
"Fuck, Dean was right. You're stupid."
"How the fuck do you know about that?"
"He's my brother." He taps his head in theduhmotion. "You do realize you're my friend?"
"Yeah. And?" We're not exactly buddy-buddy. We rarely speak. Don't get me wrong. I like Ryan. I want the best for him. But I'm not expecting an invite to be his groomsman… in some parallel universe where he's interested in love.
"Believe it or not, I don't want to see the entire world miserable."
"You've been sulking over your ex cheating for a year."
"And?"
"It's been a few days."
"You like being miserable?"
"Do you?"
"That's not the point."
"Yeah, it is." I'm done with this conversation. I can be a miserable asshole if I want. If anyone understands that, it should be Ryan. "What? You get free rein to hate the world but I don't?"
"I don't sulk."
"Yeah, you do."
He shakes his headstupid kids. "It's not that she cheated."
"What is it?"
