I stormed through Miley and Ace, heading straight up the stairs to my food. Grabbing my noodles, I turned around to find Ace standing in the doorway.
“Babe,” he called out.
"I don't see you. You don't exist," I snapped back.
"Penn, someone had to tell him," Ace reasoned.
"No, they didn't, and if they did, it didn't have to be you," I retorted.
"I did him a favor," Ace defended.
"Really? You think so? Should I call Troy and ask him if he thought you did him a favor by spilling the beans in front of me, Miley, and your gang of tough guys?" I fired back.
"Next time, he'll get his finger outta his ass," Ace replied, pushing the boundaries of my patience and inching closer to a potential head explosion.
"Go away. I don't want to see you for, I don't know... maybe a million years
