“But you thought about it.”
“Everyone thinks!” I scream, my head pounding. I hate him. I hate myself. Everyone thinks terrible things. Fleeting, wrong things that they regret. They shouldn’t come back to haunt you. Not when you keep them silent, bottled inside. Ryan has no right.
“Not me,” he snarls back. “I am not like you.”
“Well, good for you, Ryan. Good for the nice guys. You’re right. You never win.”
He tears at his hair and lets out a burst of angry, disbelieving laughter. “Maybe I’m not nice. But I never broke her heart. That’s the difference between you and me. You’re a heartless, entitled princess. Chase is a spoiled brat. My sister is a manipulative jerk. And Chelsea is just naive. I’m so done with all of you.”
I try not to let tears show, but I can’t stop them from stinging my eyes. I had no idea how much contempt he had for all of us. Even his own sister. But especially for Chelsea. “I want you out.”
“Fine with me. I’m sick of all of you. Your fakeness. Chase’s arrogance. The way Chelsea looks at me. It’s all so pathetic.She’spathetic.”
I grit my teeth. “Do not say her name again.”
He smiles that infuriating smirk again.
My heart pounds. I have protected him. I may not have liked him always, but I have loved him like family.
“It’s your fault, Kennedy,” he says. “You threw us together. Your house. Your rules. If it wasn’t for you, Chelsea and I never would have fucked.”
I push him.