Thirteen's POV
I.Am.Going.To.Kill.Him.
The world literally stopped after those three words left his mouth.
Jason was frozen in place staring at me in a complete and utter shock, anger beginning to spark in his eyes.
He probably thinks I was leading Cody on this whole time.
Thanks a lot, Ryder.
Ryder just smiles and tightens his grip on my shoulder, his fingers digging into the wound on my arm. He grabs the second beer on the table with his free hand.
He holds it up. "Cheers."
He's avoiding looking at me, probably because he can feel the burning of the ax murderer level glare I'm giving him.
"Of all the things in the world you could pick to say," I toss his arm off from around my shoulders. "You just couldn't resist could you?"
He gives me an evil smile. "Nope." He places his arm
