Chapter Eight
Mike
He broke my lamp. Granted, I wasn’t attached to it, but still. He broke my damn lamp! “Are you twelve?” I said.
Brian kept packing, throwing his s**t in his luggage instead of neatly folding it, showing how pissed off he was. “Like you can’t afford to replace that piece of junk.”
“I don’t care about the cost. I do care about you throwing a f*****g tantrum and breaking my stuff because I called you on your shit.”
“I walked in on you kissing my girl, so your moral high ground is a little shaky, Mikey.”
“’Your girl’? Please. You had a different woman here last night, so don’t pretend you feel anything for Hannah. Who still deserves an apology, by the way.”
Your girl’?“For what? We made no promises.”
“She said you lied to her. Knowing you, I’m inclined to take her si
