Phoebe
I just get done dropping off the van and am walking home. Just as I reach the apartment building, Cole walks up to me, looking pissed.
"Phoebe, we need to talk," he says, his voice tense.
I turn to him, already annoyed. "About what?"
"How about the fact that you lied to me about dating Lazarus?" he snaps.
I roll my eyes, my frustration boiling over. "I am not dating Lazarus, and even if I was, Cole, it would be none of your damn business. I am so sick of everyone trying to tell me what to do."
Cole steps closer, his face serious. "You don’t understand, Phoebe. You’re playing with f*****g fire. Dad is pissed—he’s been furious. Seeing you all over the news makes his blood boil."
I glare at him. "I don’t care what that man thinks. He disowned me. Did you forget?"
"He still care
