“What are you doing with my cousin?”
Two days later, I was grabbing my books out of my locker when Alex came up behind me. Déjà vu hit me, hard.
I turned around. This couldn’t be right.
He couldn’t be asking me that question.
Nope. It was.
“Are you kidding me?” I growled, slamming my locker shut.
My response quieted the entire hallway. My needle that went from caring, to kinda caring, to beyond caring, to not giving a s**t—it went straight from lying dormant all the way to soo not giving a s**t. It didn’t matter who watched this scene play out, because it was high-time something happened to Alex.
“You’re in my face?!” I asked him. “After what your crew did?”
He glowered back at me, looking like he’d been forced to seek me out and wanted to be anywhere else. His forehead creased. “I
