Ben shoves his hands into his pockets, bounces on his toes like he does inside the ring.
“Apologise?”i whisper, and he nods. Can today get weirder? I asked for an apology last week and he threw it in my face. “For what?”
Stretching a hand in my direction, he says, “Look, I love my brother.”
I am not sure why he’s telling me that. “Good for you.”
A deeper sigh escapes Ben and my belly knots with dread. “He wants to see you again and no matter what I say to him, he just won’t listen. He thinks we are best friends. Haha.” Wow. He’s doing this for his brother. Last week’s chat was a warm-up for this request. But did he have to laugh after that last part? I know we can never be friends let alone best buddies but really? Douchebag. “I don’t know what you did to him but yeah, will you come?
