(Kyle)
“The more she says that, the more I feel like I’m about to get a heart attack,” Ron says, groaning. “I worry too much.”
I scoff. “You do. Malory can handle herself. You’re just being a mom again.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I dread taking it out. I’m hoping that it’s Malory.
It’s not.
And I unfortunately have to take this call.
“I’ll be back,” I say, shoving my phone back into my pocket and walking out of the room.
“Where you going,” Ron asks, glaring.
“To take a piss –what, you wanna join me?” I ask, sarcastically.
“You know you really do make me question your sexuality,” he yells, jokingly.
“So do you,” I yell back.
I’m thankful that Ron’s house is huge. I hurry downstairs but I don’t go to the bathroom. I head outside inst
