Page 218 of Hooking Up
Font Size:
I don't…
This doesn't make any sense.
"What the fuck, Walker? You're crazy about her." He scratches his head. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"You heard everything. You know the answer."
"She's an addict. So what?" Something fills his eyes. Guilt.
"You knew?"
"Suspected."
"So that lecture about friends helping each other. That was bullshit?"
"You're being a fucking idiot."
"Fuck you." Fuck the entire world. Is there anyone I can trust not to keep shit from me?
"You're gonna regret this tomorrow."
"No. I'm gonna regret being sober tomorrow."
Someone steps forward. "I'll talk to her." That's Leighton. She sounds worried.
But it's a blur.
It's all a blur.
It's all bullshit.
It's all a fucked-up mess.
