Page 6 of Famous Last Words
ROBBIE
Fuck all the way off.
FranfuckingKeller?
After a day like today, this has got to be some sort of sick joke.
I look over the head of my old high school nemesis, spearing Andy who’s suddenly far too busy tapping away on his phone to notice my predicament.
Stepping around Keller, I storm into the apartment which, by the way, is pretty fucking sick—but that’s not important right now. I grab my agent by his shoulder, pushing him to the other side of the room, as far away fromheras we can get. Naturally he looks up at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Is this a joke?” I hiss, my voice deathly quiet.
Andy blinks at me.
From my periphery, I see Keller still standing in the foyer. Arms folded over her chest, hip popped, high-heeled foot tapping obnoxiously on the shiny floor. I seethe. How one person’s existence can be so fucking annoying, I have no idea.
“What the hell are we doing here?”
Andy’s brows knit together at my question. “You—I… this is the apartment you wanted to look at,” he says as if I’ve forgotten.
I glance over at Keller to find her inspecting her nails, clearly trying hard not to give away the fact that she’s totally eavesdropping. I lean in closer to Andy. “I can’t be here with…her.”
He looks from me, over his shoulder to Fran, and back again, one of his brows arching slightly higher. “You know her?”
A derisive snort comes from the foyer. See? Eavesdropping.Snake.
“From prep school,” I mutter under my breath. “Remember how I told you Iliterallyshit myself during my first game at Belmont?”
Andy just stares at me, evidently confused.
I fold my arms across my chest, my jaw clenching painfully tight at the memory. “Yeah, well—” I jut my chin in her direction only to find her watching. “It was allherfault.” I narrow my eyes in a glare, and she’s suddenly storming toward us, heels clacking on the tile with every determined step.
“Ex-cuseme?” She stops right beside me, hands on her hips, looking up at me likeI’mthe delusional one. “Are you forgetting about the shampoo incident?” She glares at me. “I looked like a deranged Smurf in my yearbook photo thanks toyou!”
I look down my nose at her. “Youlacedmy Gatorade withlaxatives!”
“In retaliation!” She’s shrill and pitchy, pointing a finger at me. “You’re the one who started it.”
I step closer, effectively closing the distances between us, using my height advantage to stare her down. “Well, if you hadn’t ratted on me about the party in the boat shed, I wouldn’t have even known you existed. Should’ve kept your preppy mouth shut.”
She rolls her eyes in response, another huff added for good measure as she looks away.
Shaking my head, I turn to Andy because he’s on my side. Atleast, I think he is… right now it looks as if it’s taking all he has not to laugh.
“There was shit all over the ice,” I say incredulously. “Men in HAZMAT suits came. Closed the arena forthreedays.”
“Okay,” Andy finally interjects, holding his hands up like a parent placating a toddler. “So, you twodoknow each other.”
“What are you even doing here?” Fran interrupts, ignoring Andy completely. “I thought you were in Michigan.”
“Minnesota,” I bite back, correcting her dumb ass.
“Minnesota,” she mutters some immature imitation of me.
I’m about to let her have it, when Andy chooses that moment to take control of the situation. And with the money I pay him, it’s about damn time.
“Ms. Keller,” he says in that business-like way he’s perfected over the years of being one of the top sports agents in the country. “My client has recently signed with the New York Thunder.”
