Delilah
Screw Double.
Actually double screw double.
The worst thing about it all was that he was right. I didn’t go around treating people like dirt. That just wasn’t me.
Swiping my finger under my eye, I brushed away the tears.
I was being stupid I knew that. But the way Double had looked at me. Like he was disappointed. What had he said?
Oh yeah, that he didn’t like me.
”Damn you Double.” Angrily I swiped again. But the tears just kept falling.
”What did I do this time?”
Shrieking I whirled to the doorway. Where Double himself was leaning against the wall. His arms crossed over his chest as he stared at me.
”This is the ladies, you know?” I didn’t mean for it to come out sounding so judgmental. I just didn’t want him to see me like this.
”Are you crying?” His voice was
