Page 44 of His Pretty Little Lies
“I did leave it out.”
“See!”
“I was going to tell you when I got back home. I found a few things out and wasn't laying it out over text.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“When have I lied to you? And I’m going to tell you everything. Then you’ll see I wasn’t trying to hide anything.” Her eyes search my face.
“Why do you have to be so handsome?” she huffs. “I just want to eat up your story and believe every word that comes out of that perfect mouth of yours.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll prove it.” We’re still new, and with my family’s reputation, whether it’s true or not, that lingers around the city and the hallways of Golden Prep. I have to understand that.
In time, she’ll see. I can tell her that till I’m blue in the face, but showing her will mean everything. Her parents are full of broken promises that they never live up to. People who are supposed to love her are so easily forgetting about her.
Some might say I shouldn’t have to deal with that issue. I hadn’t caused that, so why should I have to deal with the blowback from it? It’s not that simple. My family has strange demons, and everyone isn’t all there. I’m not sure one of my female cousins isn’t a complete sociopath. We still love her sociopathic ass and deal.
“Blair did say you never come to these things, but the few I’ve gone to, you were there.”
“Exactly.” I point it out to my girl.
Blair snaps her fingers. “That math adds up now.”
“What?” Kinsley's brows pull together in confusion. Definitely tipsy. I can smell the sugary tartness on her lips. I have to fight the urge to take a taste for myself, but I know now is not the time.
“Babe, I only went to those parties because you were there. Tonight would have been the only time I’ve come to one without you being here.”
Except maybe freshman year before I met her, but that was also only a couple of times at the start of the year and more about trying to bond with the teammates.
“Really?” She peers up at me through her lashes vulnerably.
“Really. It’s only you.”
“You know that it’s stalkerish to keep tabs on me.” She doesn’t seem bothered by it in the least. Actually, by the looks of it, I would say she rather enjoys my stalker tendencies.
“Well, you keep tabs on everyone. I just do it on you.” Kinsley snorts a laugh because we both know it’s not the same.
“I see your point, and it’s approved.” She gives a firm nod, a sign of approval, I suppose.
"Anything else you’re upset about or worried over besides the warehouse issue?" I allude, not saying part out loud for others to hear. Blair mainly. She's watching the two of us with curiosity.
"Why don't you tell him what you told me?" Blair cuts in.
"What?" Kinsley asks, confused.
"About the other things you're worried about."
"What else are you worried about?" What the fuck else could have happened?
"Oh, yeah!" Kinsley perks up, while Blair fights a smile. "Did you know there are forty-two million kangaroos in Australia?" That was nowhere in the range of what I thought I was about to hear.
"Sure," I agree. The number sounds high, but she's been drinking. I'm not calling that shit out. I'll die on the hill that there are forty-two million kangaroos in Australia now.
"Well, only three million people live in Jamaica." How we went from Australia to Jamaica, I haven’t got a fucking clue, but I nod along. "That means if the kangaroos were to invade Jamaica, each person would have to fight fourteen kangaroos," Kinsley says with a dead-ass serious face.
“Sounds rough. I saw that one kangaroo beat that man’s ass. He looked like a skilled boxer making a run for a heavyweight championship,” I say, and Kinsley nods her head.
“It’s rather concerning,” Blair adds before covering her mouth with her hand to hide her laugh.
