Hype’s head bobbed. “Yeah, sure. Sorry.”
“We should hurry, in case the cops show up.”
They started to run.
Gabe took deep breaths of the moist night air. His eye still hurt. He couldn’t remember if he had anything to ice it with at his apartment.
He tried not to think about Jake at all, because he was too angry to deal with it. Jake had promised Gabe he’d never hurt him. Jake had told Gabe he loved him. But how could you love someone and do what Jake did? All Gabe had done was grab his shoulder.
I should have known, Gabe thought. I should have f*****g figured it out. The evidence had been right in front of him, right there in the fist that had almost but not quite come down back in Gabe’s apartment.
Rob was right. He’d been right all along, and now Gabe had the bruises to show for it
