Page 78 of Endless

“Yeah, man. Doing lame rehab.”

“This gig for real?” I felt a tap on Mr. Magic.

“Real deal, asswipe. No more sunsets for me.” A wave of rage swarmed through me so violently it felt like Scott had punched me in the gut.

“What’s that shit mean?” Scott asked. His voice sounded a few steps away. At least he wasn’t all up in my face anymore. “You really never gonna see again?”

“Nope,” I ground out through my clenched jaw.

“So you don’t have anything to worry about, Scott,” Drey said.

“Step aside, ass monkey,” Scott said, and it sounded like he faced Drey, since his voice felt slightly off to the side.

“Fuck you,” Drey yelled. “I’ll—”

“It’s okay, man.” I reached out, hoping my hand would land on Drey’s shoulder. Miraculously it did, and I gripped it. “What’s up, Scott? Spit it out.”

“Things went down, man. Big things.”

“No shit, Sherlock. You’re looking at one of them.” I held up Mr. Magic.

“What do you remember?” he asked.

“Jack shit, man,” I said.

Silence followed, and I could only assume he was watching my reaction.

“Seriously, man. Saw my mom take a nose dive. Got jacked from behind I think,” I said.

“You think?” Scott asked.

“Screw you. You’re sniffing around for Walker, aren’t you? I don’t know shit. Can’t do shit. So let it be.”

“Not that easy,” Scott said. “You know things.”

“I also know what happens to snitches. You know me. I’m not into that shit.”

“Ido. But Walker isn’t so sure.”

“So you’re sniffing around my girl?”

“So sheisyour girl, then.” He laughed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We were chatting it up in there, and she doesn’t see it that way. No calls in a week.” Another chuckle. “Girls. They’re good for only one thing, right?”

I felt a hit to my shoulder. It had to have been Scott giving me a playful punch. But it felt a little more than playful.

“Yeah, well. She’s dragging me down,” I lied. “Too sweet for my liking.”

“She’s a Betty, though.” He let out a long breath. “Tough one, too. Lippy.”

“You fu—”

“Just sayin’. She didn’t like me in her personal space. She must be savin’ herself for you. But you and me, we share, remember?”

“Used to,” I growled out. “Lots changed.”

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