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“That’s okay, we can—”

“What’s for dinner?” I asked, cutting her off as I stared at Steve

I swear to Christ, her head whipped toward et whiplash

“Make your own fucking dinner,” she hissed, her face growing red

The kid looked between us a few tiather his shit “We can just work on this tomorrow”

“Seriously, it’s fine—” Trix tried again

“I’ve got plans, anyway,” Steve said, shaking his head “I’ll text you later”

He left the apart up his stuff, and the longer he was there, the closer I ca As soon as he was gone, I flipped the deadbolt and stoet a beer

“What the fuck was that?” Trix yelled as soon as she saw

“You tellthe countertop to take off the cap—just to piss her off

“I was studying, you know the thing you do when you want to pass your classes?” She sneered, “Oh, wait, you wouldn’t know about that”

I ignored her jab I’d never done well in school—it just wasn’t ether any car or bike froet underto work

“You always have h I was feeling anything but calm

“In shorts and a t-shirt? Yeah, pretty much,” she huffed

“You even wearin’ a bra?”

“You are frigging unbelievable!”

Trix stor—I felt ready to snap Little Steve had obviously been there to study, but so way and I couldn’t put er on it

I’d always been possessive of Bellatrix, but this was so beyond the need to keep her to myself

The kid was too clean cut Too fucking personable Too easy to forget