| emma’s pov |
“She was my girlfriend,” he huffed, crossing his arms. His arrogant behavior got on my nerves, but I decided to stop myself from getting angry at him; I needed information.
Taking a sip from my coffee, I looked at him, trying to see if he was, in any way, affected. He seemed to be a little tense. “Then why’d you break up with her?”
He laughed, mockingly. “Emma, she broke up with me. For that blond kid. Mind you, it was disgusting. My ex-girlfriend was a cougar.”
This guy was such an asshole.
He shrugged, crossing his arms. “But hey, we were just young. We were only trying things out. You know, curiosity.”
“Then how about Emily?” I interjected, seeing as though he probably wouldn’t have killed her. As he said, they were just kids. No one in the right mind of fifteen w
