Chapter 103

“What the fuck? This has nothing to do with you, so how about you back off and go console her instead of starting shit here?” Arrick yells at her, losing his temper faster than I even anticipated, and I blink at him as he turns on her. Seeing, really, the first tell-tale signs that he’s a lot drunker than I thought, and that does not bode well for her. All his normal controlled composure is a little flighty when he’s like this.

“I’m her best friend, and she’s been sobbing all night because you cannot keep your hands off the tramp. What is she, Arrick? All of twelve? You threw away an amazing girl for some little whore, who drops her pants on a whim.” She storms forward to face him, so close facially and spitting venom. I glare at her hatefully, so consumed with the urge to yell something back and fight every inch of myself. I sense the shift in his mood, the vibes of aggression building and standing up too. Ready to either take her on or hold him back.

“Stay here. I’ll o