Two
Wes
“Who’s that?” Brody asked, glancing over his shoulder, before turning back to me.
“Trixie and her roommate, Starla,” I replied, lifting a fry absently.
Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling very hungry.
I hadn’t expected to see her, not so soon after talking to Papi. I hadn’t made up my mind what to do yet, but one look at her stoic face, and I knew whatever I decided wouldn’t be easy. There was no trace of the girl I once knew. She looked at me like I was a stranger, or worse, someone inconsequential.
“The makeover chick?” Brody asked, before taking a big bite of his burger.
I nodded, tossing the fry back on my plate.
“She’s hot,” he muttered.
“Gross,” I replied with a scowl. “Swallow your food before you talk.”
Brody just grinned at me
“Her friend’s a f*****g knockout,” he said,
