Gabe hated the idea of Jake having to go somewhere else when he’d promised he’d do the ink for him. But Jake broke his promise first, so Gabe figured they were pretty much even.
Yeah, Gabe thought miserably. Like that’s what matters. Squaring things up.
The digital clock on the microwave read 9:13. Gabe was trying to muster up the energy to stand and drag his ass downstairs when his phone burst into the awful song Hype had downloaded to be Jake’s ringtone and Gabe kept forgetting to change. For a second Gabe was actually dumb enough to be happy Jake had called, before he viciously reminded himself he wasn’t with Jake anymore.
He’d thrown his phone onto the couch when he’d walked in, and it wasn’t pleasant getting up after sitting on the floor for God knew how many hours to answer the st
