Her lips twitched into a small smile. “Honestly, I should be freaked out, but it was kind of fun. Especially when you bashed him with your skateboard. I wish you’d gotten him in the dick.”
I groaned again. “Me too, Z. Me too.”
“So,” she plucked a bunch of grass, “you deal drugs or…?”
I rolled to my side, propping myself on my elbow. “Not really, but it’s sort of complicated and a long story. Can we just forget you saw all that happen?”
“Are you in danger?”
Right then and there, I decided Zadie was cool as hell. I’d been leaning that way, but that had sealed it for me. She had just seen some very real shit go down that was clearly outside her comfort zone and askedmeif I was okay. She wasn’t judging me or distancing herself from me.
Z was a real one for sure.
“No.” I shook my head hard. “I’m not. I’m pissed off, but I’m not in danger.”
The text message burning up my phone said otherwise, but Zadie didn’t need to know that. This was my new life, my chance to rise above the shitty station I’d been born into. So there were a few bumps, it happened.
I’d figure this out.
I had no choice. I just didn’t know how yet.
What I did know was Deacon Forrester was going to regret screwing me over just as much as I regretted ever laying eyes on him.