Page 47 of Faux Real
Corrine scoffs. “Me? A joke? No, the only joke here is Kennedy!”
“I’m not the one having a tantrum ‘cause I’m wasted,” I note. “Your anger needs to be redirected that way—” I point an accusatory finger at Sawyer. He can deal with her.
“Baby, you’re overreacting,” Sawyer says, keeping his tone level. “I was just making sure she was alright. Nothing more. You’re blowing this way out of proportion. Please, just calm down.”
“Why do you care so much if she’s okay? Huh? Why, Sawyer? Why?” Corrine exclaims.
I know she’s being a complete drunk ass right now but I’m interested in hearing his answer. Whydoeshe care so much?
“Because” Sawyer mumbles. “We have history, it’s hard to forget, you know—” He pauses, letting out a sigh. “It means nothing, baby, I promise.”
Nothing? It meansnothing? Well, that’s good to know. Fuck you too, Sawyer.
Corrine grits her teeth together. “Block her number.”
Sawyer blinks. “What?”
“Block her fucking number,” she states again, handing him back his phone. “Right now, in front of me.”
“She really does bring a new definition to the word crazy,” Oliver whispers in my ear. I shift my weight to my right leg, leaning into his chest. “You seem quite tame compared to her.”
I stifle a laugh, surprised I’m not crying. Corrine has a way of breaking me. She knows my weak spots. I suppose after years of friendship, she would know how to hurt me. “Shh, she can hear you.”
“I’m not scared,” Oliver says under his breath. “Are you?”
“A little,” I whisper. I can’t believe they’re arguing in front of us. They’re going to feel like idiots in the morning. “She haslongnails.”
“I’m not going to block her, Corrine,” Sawyer states, ignoring our snickering. “Jesus, don’t you trust me?”
“If you love me then you’ll block her!” Corrine says, her eyes glossy. Love her? He’s said I love you to her? “Please, Sawyer, just...block her.”
Nothing makes sense. Why doesn’t he just do as she says? It’s not like we talk anyway. Andapparently,he loves her so what’s the hold-up? I’m getting tired of this. They’re killing my buzz.
“Don’t try and manipulate me,” Sawyer stands his ground. “You’re the one being unreasonable right now, not me. We can talk about this in the morning. Let’s just go back to my place. Please, Corrine. Let’s just go.”
Corrine wipes a tear from under her eye, her jaw clenching as she faces me. “Are you happy now, Kennedy? This is allyourfault!” She spins around and storms back into the house.
“Fuck!” Sawyer grumbles, running both his hands through his hair as he runs after her. “Corrine wait!”
“Wow,” I hum, once they’re out of sight. “That was eventful. I feelverysober right now.”
“I can help with that,” Oliver says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small joint. “Would you care to partake?”
“No, never again,” I chuckle. “I don’t think weed is my friend.”
Ollie shrugs, sinking back down on the ground. “Suit yourself,” he says, lighting up and inhaling the pungent smoke.
“Am I going to get second-hand high?” I ask as he exhales and I wave my hand back and forth, attempting to waft the smoke away.
“Probably,” he says hesitantly. “I can put it out if you’d like?”
“No, it’s fine,” I whisper, biting my lip as I re-read Sawyer’s messages. The first three were sent over an hour ago, probably after we bumped into them in the hallway. The last one, however, was sent twenty minutes ago. Odd.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, furrowing his brows.
“Hmm?” I peer up at his inquisitive eyes. “Oh, nothing. Just uh—checking the time.”
“The time? Did you want to go back to campus or something? All partied out?” Ollie smirks, butting out the joint. “I have the master key with me. We can call Eddie to pick us up. If you want.”
