Page 8 of You Again
“I’m fine,” I kept lying. “How many times do I have to say it?”
“A million before I’d even begin to pretend to believe you,” he tossed back. “Look, take a bubble bath, lights some candles, or do whatever Zen shit you need to, because you’re going to that meeting with me tomorrow, Dash.”
“If I don’t?” I grumbled like a rebellious teenage girl.
“I’ll call Mom and tell her you’re ready to hit the dating scene again, but you don’t trust your instincts anymore after that shitshow with Whitney, so you’d like her to help you find a nice girl to marry,” he threatened seriously.
I shot up in my chair.“You wouldn’t,”I hissed.
“I would,”he hissed back.
“Thems fighting words, Scott,” I informed him, in case he wasn’t aware.
“I’ll risk it,” he snorted. “I need you at that meeting more than Mom needs her middle child.”
“Fine,” I snapped out because I didn’t want to go down that rabbit hole of wondering if my mother really needed her middle child or not. Us in between siblings were really unto a world all our own. “But I’m not going to like it.”
“Don’t care,” he replied easily. “As long as you’re there, that’s all I care about.”
“You’re evil,” I also informed him, in case he wasn’t aware.
“You and Aaron made me that way,” came his insensitive and false statement.
Before I could tell him what I really thought of him, he hung up and left me to stew in my immature, yet appropriate temper tantrum. I wasn’t good with people and I hated the legal side of the business. I just wanted to create, and when things got all legal and professional, people sometimes thought they had a say in what I was about, and they didn’t.
But that didn’t stop them from trying.
I dropped my head back and let out sigh.
Scott really did suck.
