He called me at 7 AM. I’d never heard him sound like that—not angry, but hollowed out. Betrayed.
She knocked back the shot in one smooth motion, then turned to face me fully, her knees parting to bracket my leg. “Whose law? Your dad’s? Derek’s? Because last I checked, I’m a grown woman who knows exactly what she wants.” She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing my ear. “And I’ve wanted you since I was fifteen, when you showed up to my brother’s birthday party with a black eye and a bloody knuckle because you’d defended him in a fight. You didn’t even know I was watching from the stairs. But I was.” Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive Sister
Chloe slid onto the barstool next to me, her thigh pressing flush against mine. She was wearing a black dress that ended mid-thigh and started too low. My hoodie—the one she’d stolen—was tied around her waist like a trophy. He called me at 7 AM