Tate
Sitting in the waiting room, Journey eyes me from across the room.
"What?" I can't help the venom dripping from my voice. I can't believe she brought that punk to dinner. If she would have just listened to me the first time, and stayed away from Scotty, this would have never happened.
"I'm sorry," she mumbles under her breath. She looks down, her blonde hair shielding her face.
Sitting forward, I rest my elbows on my knees. My anger dissolving instantly, I hate how she makes me feel like a jerk so easily.
"Don't be sorry, just... tell me you're done with that prick," I sigh.
Her head jerks up. "Oh, I am so done," she chokes with emotion. Her eyes filling with tears.
Nodding I rub at my left eye, the one Scotty managed to hit, it hurts.
"I've been hearing stories that you're o
