She’s never going to help me.
“Fuck this.” I spin on my heel, heading for the door.
I’m about to storm out, but…
It won’t open.
The door is locked.
“I’m sorry, were you going somewhere?” Remy taunts.
I glare at her over my shoulder.
“So, funny story, I’ve only ever been to Theo’s twice.” She roams around Theo’s bedroom like she owns the place. “But the two times Lacey invited me, I couldn’t help but notice the locks around the house. Theo’s parents must be really strict to put locks outside of their son’s bedroom.”
My jaw goes slack.
She didn’t…
“You fucking locked us in?” I blurt out.
Is that what all the texting was about?
Of course.
She was probably texting one of her friends, asking her to come trap me with her. I can’t imagine what Dia must be thinking right now. I totally ditched her, hoping to get Remy to come clean to her. Now, Dia’s going to think I dragged Remy in here to fuck her.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I go apeshit on the doorknob with no success. “Let me out.”
“Not before you come back.”
I turn around. “The fuck does that mean?”
“I want my partner in crime back.” Remy stops inches from me, pressing her tits to my chest.
I move away. “So, you lock me in a room against my will? Fucking hell, Remy, I don’t even recognize you.”
“You don’t recognize me?” she screeches. “You’re the one who’s changed. You’re like this brainwashed, mushy version of the guy I used to know.”
“Fine, I’ve changed. But you changed, too. The Remy I knew would’ve never used a sex tape to fuck me over.”
Then she drops the act.
“I was doing you a favor!”
She has to be joking.
“You fucked up my relationship, and you call that doing me a favor?”
“Oh, please. Your ‘relationship’”—she makes air quotes with her fingers—“was never going to work out anyway.”
And now she’s a relationship expert?
Fine, I’ll bite.
“By all means, do tell. Why was my relationship doomed?” I cross my arms over my chest to keep myself from breaking something.
She sighs. “People like her… they don’t get people like us. For fuck’s sake, Finn, just look at the girl. She got everything handed to her on a silver platter. Perfect family, perfect life. She’s never had to fight for anything.”