“I’m the one with the keys,” he said smugly. “What if I just didn’t give them back to you? What would you do then?”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Sure about what?”
I glanced up. “That you have the keys.”
“Of course I do.” He blinked in confusion.
“You might want to check your duffle bag.”
His face crumpled, rage flashing in his eyes. “You went through my duffle bag?”
“The empty one in the bottom of the closet? Yup.”
“You had no right.”
“I had every right. They’re my keys too.”
“Where are they?”
“Somewhere you’ll never find them.”
“Stay out of my stuff.”
“Or what?” I looked back down at my phone just to piss him off. “Besides, I didn’t go through your stuff. I went through an empty bag in the bottom of our communal closet. Pick better hiding places if you want to keep things from me.”
I hadn’t gone through his room. The bag had been the first place I’d checked.
“I need to go to the store.”
“You went yesterday.”
“No. To the student store. I want to get my textbooks.”
“Classes haven’t even started yet.”
“They start tomorrow. I want to get a jump on the line.”
“You’re such a nerd.”
“And you’re a slacker. Why are you even in school if you don’t put any effort in?”
“Because it pisses my dad off to have to pay my tuition, and this is one of the only ways I can remind him that I still exist.”
Jules stared at me, and I bit my lip.
Shit. I hadn’t meant to say that.
“We need to work out a schedule for the van.”
“I already told you how it’s going to go down.”
“You’re so annoying!”
He snatched my phone out of my hand.
“Careful, Julian.” I turned my full attention to him. “Remember what happened the last time you put your hands on me?”