‘It’s not what you think. It’s just…’
‘It’s nothing,’ Dylan interrupts. ‘We were both tense, I was an arsehole, and Liam… punched me in the face, that’s all. Not a big deal.’
‘But I don’t want you to knock each other out because of me. really, boys, it’s all pointless if you turn on each other over me,’ she says, dejectedly.
I feel like I have to give an explanation before she really gets it wrong.
‘This is not about jealousy, I swear, Amina.’
Chewing on her lips, she looks at me, then at Dylan. I hope this loser will get the picture and he’ll help calm her down.
‘Liam’s right. We’re not jealous… I mean not at one another.’
‘Then what is this about?’ she spreads her arms inquisitively. ‘Why did you jump down each other’s throat?’
I hang my head trying to gather my thoughts, but it’
