Holy Smokes
PENELOPE
I slammed the door in his face, hoping it’d broken his nose.
He blindsided me. It was only right that I returned the favor. But I hadn’t.
He was still hot on my heels, his breath a puff of smoke at my back as we walked into the frigid, D.C. air. Our footsteps crunched underfoot as I crossed the street, over snow, with no real direction in mind.
I just… needed to run away. But to where I was running… I had no f*****g clue. I just hoped that he would give up the chase but no such luck.
My best friend, Bishop, wasn’t giving up that damn easy. He touched my arm, his voice a plea.
“Pea…” he called.
“If you want to keep this friendship, Bishop, you’ll stop talking. You’ll stop talking right now.”
“What else could I do?” he demanded over my shoulder.
“Anything,” I s
