“Okay!” I snap. “I get it.”
“Do you?” King’s tone is incredulous. “What is up with this girl anyway? She got a magic snatch or something?”
“Don’t––” I cut myself off, grinding my teeth. “It’s not like that.”
“It’s not like that.” He repeats the words back to me slowly. “Sounds like something some i***t would say, right before we put a bullet in his forehead.”
“Can we drop it?”
“Oh, hell no. I’m not dropping this.”
“She’s just a girl,” I grit out.
I’m beginning to question how much I really need him because, right now silence might be better than having a best friend.
Wanting to delay an explanation, I lift the coffee cup to my mouth and take a sip. What hits my tongue is not the bitter, plain coffee I was expecting.
My body lurches forward in a bend and I have to force myself not
