“Why did you do it?” he asked out of nowhere at lunch in April. It had been nearly four months since my birthday on January 5th and I was entirely confused by his question. He was making no goddamn sense at all to me, at that moment.
“What…?” I asked stupidly. Although I knew damn well that this was about Maya Chesterton.
Cue Toby, because of course the universe had to send him in like the annoying moral compass. He cornered me like he’d just discovered I’d punched a puppy. “Seriously, William, you? Having s*x with Maya?” He shook his head like I’d gone full-on demolition derby with my life choices. “I told you not to get back with her. Ever. Did you forget that memo or just choose to live dangerously?”
I shot him a look like, Dude, thanks for the advice, Captain Obvious. But twisted a
