Drew
Everyone is laughing and having a good time. I’ve never seen my best friend Miles so damn happy in all my life. He’s finally got the girl of his dreams. They’re a good couple. I like his wife a lot and am pleased they found each other.
“Stop staring at my sister’s butt.” The snob from the other lawn chair in Miles’s backyard taps away on her phone without even lifting a brow at me.
“I wasn’t checking out her ass,” I grunt, my lip curled up. Best friends don’t drool over each other’s hot girlfriends.
Olivia’s sister, Sophia, quirks up a brow and her green eyes bore into mine. I’ve known this chick all of ten minutes and she’s giving me shit. What is she? Like fifteen?
“What’s this then?” she questions, a haughty tone in her voice. She turns the screen on her phone toward me so I can look at the picture she took. Of me. Staring at Miles and Olivia like I’m jealous. It irritates the fuck out of me that she took a picture of me looking like a love-struck dumbass.
“Delete it,” I snap.
She rolls her eyes like the petulant kid she is. “Nope.”
I stand from my chair and stalk over to her. She lets out a squeak of shock when I snatch the phone from her hand. I delete the goddamned idiot picture and replace it with a photo of me giving her the bird.
“There. Better.”
“Ass,” she mutters as she snags her phone back. “Whatever. I’m going inside.”
I watch as she painstakingly climbs out of the chair and fumbles for her cane. I’d seen her walk in with it and wondered why she used it. Olivia mentioned she’d had a softball accident but I didn’t realize she was using a cane to get around. The physical therapist in me begs to help her but the asshole in me wants to taunt her for being a bitch.
“Does faking get you attention from the boys at your school, granny?”
She jerks her head toward me and shoots venom from her gaze. “Fuck you. I’m not faking.”
I snort. “Fine, maybe not faking but you’re definitely milking it for all it’s worth.”
She glowers at me. “Go find someone else to terrorize.” Her face scrunches as she winces in pain when she takes her first step.
I almost feel guilty.
Almost.
Then I remember she’s a faker drama queen.
“I like terrorizing you, crybaby.”
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