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“What did you tell him?”
“About what?”
“Saul?”
“Nothing.”
“Hmm. He’s probably still fishing for info, then. Meet me after school.”
Nodding, I turn back to my lunch, biting back the bitter retort on my tongue. Maybe he is using me. It was easy enough for him to walk away yesterday.
Chapter Sixteen
“Where are we going?” I ask, pursing my lips as Iris drives out of the lot.
“A party.”
“Iris—”
“Don’t worry. You don’t have to do anything. Just be there,” she says, and my heart sinks at her quiet desperation.
An hour later, we’re back in the Burg, at the same damn house from before where we participated in a damn shootout, and I’m staring with raised brows when she says, “It’s fine.”
“Fine? We could’ve died, Iris.”
“Yeah, well, we didn’t. Do you want to help or not?”
“Yes,” I whisper, already regretting my decision.
“Okay,” she says with a deep breath. “Let’s go.”
Following behind her warily, I’m glad to see other women here among the same guys from last time. Then there’s Saul and his skeevy grin. Iris jumps into his arms, and he sucks her face, and I turn away, disgust rolling in my belly.
I don’t know how Iris can stomach being with someone she doesn’t like, but I’m guessing her hatred for John supersedes every other emotion, which makes me really fucking sad.
We settle onto a couch, drinking beers as the guys chat around us and smoke joints. Iris, eager for the escape, joins in, but I pass, watching them get stupid around me. Why are we here? Is this Iris fulfilling her end of the bargain, and if so, what?
Soon, the party has devolved to sex and drugs, and uncomfortably, I excuse myself and lock myself in the same bathroom as before, hoping there will be no gunfire this time.
The home now has boards across the windows, which is a shame because it was once a nice place with plush furniture, expensive electronics, and a pretty view over the town from atop a hill.
I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, wondering once again what the fuck I’m doing when anger overtakes me, and I pull out my phone and type out a text.
Rain: Have you changed your mind? Maybe you really were just using me
Sitting on the toilet, I wait for a response as I rub my head wearily, glancing down when my phone pings with a reply.
Cyn: You’ve got a lot to learn about me
Rain: Oh? Like what?
Cyn: I don’t fucking appreciate being compared to scum
Leaning back, I sigh, disheartened, because it would seem that I offended him, and I don’t know how to extricate myself from the issue. I said it. I can’t take it back.
Rain: I’m sorry, I didn’t know
Cyn: Well, now you do