I sigh in defeat—I know I can’t let this topic go if I won’t tell her and Maya. “He was drunk, so he called me and asked a favor. Then he kissed me in front of his home.”
They ew in unison.
“Is that how you get that cut on your lip? He forced you?” Maya asks, giving me her sympathy looked. “Don’t ever talk to him again, I’ll let Garrett break his face.”
“No need to be violent, okay? I’m fine.”
We reach our cars, but Amy isn’t done—she grabs my arm again.
“What?” I snap.
“Not so fast, sweetie. Tell me about the hot dude.”
I roll my eyes and groan. “Nothing to tell. The new owner will kick us outside his shop if we will be late for our work.” I open my car, get inside, and close the door.
She’s not nearly over—Amy knocks on my window. “We’re not done talking, missy.”
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