“You're a jerk, through and through!” Talia yelled at me from the backseat, before turning to Elena. “You think so too, right babe? He's a jerk, right?”
Elena nodded. “A hundred percent,” she said before looking up, our gazes colliding in the rearview mirror, her eyes however unfocused. She belched, scrunching up her face at the putrid smell that left her mouth. “You're a f*****g jerk. I hate you,” she whispered the last part, but I caught it anyway.
Something about the way she said it hit me hard, and a dull ache I couldn't make sense out of rippled across my chest. I knew they were both drunk, and I shouldn't take what they were saying to heart, but I'd never seen Elena look at me with so much...so much disregard.
“Ponyo? Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?”
She looked a
