"f**k you, Keir," Octavia cursed, pointing a finger at him as she paced around, trying to gather her thoughts.
"You already did, the same way you f****d Atlas," Keir replied as Octavia stopped pacing around.
"I didn't f**k him; I told you we only kissed in the laundry room, and I panicked; that was why we were arguing because he thought he was too forward," Octavia explained.
"Really watermelon?" Keir said, walking up to her and standing close to her as he looked her in the eyes. "You can lie to yourself, but not to me; you f****d him; just admit it."
"I didn't; stop changing the subject! Octavia yelled.
"Just f*****g admit it—that you f****d that bastard in the laundry room! Keir yelled back.
"Yes! Okay! I f****d Atlas."
"We are even in this," Keir pointed out. "All this whole f**k
