Kimberly: You have no right to talk about her like that. She’s my mum.
I hate myself as soon as I hit Send. Why do I have to be such a hypocrite? But then again, Xander doesn’t get to school me about my family as if he has every right to.
Xander: The one you wished you never had.
Damn him. Why does he remember everything I’ve told him? And if he does, why the hell can’t he remember those times I practically begged him to never leave me alone with her?
Then he went ahead and did it.
He stepped on my heart and crushed it to pieces, so why does he think he has the right to return and tell me what to do now?
Kimberly: Leave me the hell alone.
Xander: How about no?
Kimberly: Don’t you have your bimbos to keep you company?
Xander: Uh-oh. Someone is jealous.
Shit. Keep calm, Kim. Keep damn calm.
Didn’t Ronan say he’s drunk? This must be the alcohol, and all I have to do is ignore him.
Kimberly: In your dreams.
Xander: Good.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Another text comes soon after.
Xander: You didn’t answer my original question. What are you doing?
Kimberly: The lack of an answer is an answer. Take a hint.
Xander: That fucking attitude will get you in trouble. Now, answer the damn question before I find out for myself.
Kimberly: And how the hell will you do that, genius?
Kirian is out, so even if Xander calls and asks him, he won’t get anything.
Xander: Told you. Through the window.
Kimberly: From Ronan’s house? Just how drunk are you?
Xander: Enough to run from Ronan’s house to home. Or make Aiden drive me. I have plenty of options.
Kimberly: You can’t be seriously serious about this?
Xander: Seriously serious, yes. That’s it. I like the syntax of that.
Dammit. He pushed me back to my most basic form. Why the hell would I even repeat serious?
Kimberly: I’m doing nothing. Happy now?
Xander: Nothing, as in you’re sitting around? Or nothing, as in you’re hiding under your covers, trying to pretend the world doesn’t exist?
My blood boils and my legs shrink further underneath me.