Sixteen
Griffin
I can’t even decipher my mood as we pull away from the curb of the elementary school. I want to kick an eight-year-old’s ass while at the same time I’m hurt that Maverick trusted Phoenix over me. And why the hell didn’t she tell me my son was being bullied for money?
“Before you say anything, I think it’s safe to say we’re even now,” Phoenix says.
I glance in her direction before turning out of the parking lot. “Even?”
“Yeah, for what you did on the hike and for me hiding the fact Maverick was paying his bully.”
I chuckle. “I’m not sure I see it quite the same.”
“You hurt me in an effort to try to make me feel the words of a song. I hurt you by not telling you Maverick was stealing money out of your loose change jar to pay Chad Billings. We’re even.”
“He took the mo
