12
“You’ve been sitting here awhile,” Rand said, crouching down next to me. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to show my weakness, but I was breaking inside.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m going to beat the s**t out of Brett when I see him.” He plopped onto the ground, hands on his knees. “I never expected this. He was always such an obnoxiously good kid, only tiptoed the line when it would rile his mom. But he always did the right thing.” Rand dragged out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply. “I hated him.”
“I hate him too,” I whispered, letting my words get lost in the gulf breeze.
He smirked. “Watch out, or I might actually begin to like you.”
“I doubt I’ll ever like you,” I stated. “But, there’s some hope.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think anyone has ever held
