“No I don’t. What thing, Scar?”
If I thought I’d seen every emotion on Scar’s face, I was wrong because her cheeks are the brightest shade of embarrassment I’ve ever seen.
I laugh when her response is an eye roll. “You have the mouth of a sailor, but you can’t say dick when it’s referencing mine? Besides, it’s not the first time you stole a glance today.”
Her hands plant to her face, hiding it. “Oh my god, Jagger. Stop it. You’re making this shit awkward again.”
Reaching out, I grab her hands, peeling them away from her face. “Nothing ever has to be awkward with us.”
She blinks her eyes to mine, and they soften on impact. "The door was open and I—”
“It’s fine,” I laugh, “I was, like, two seconds away from stopping her anyways.”
“Liar.”
“Dead serious.” At least, I think I am. Pretty sure I was gonna stop her. Maybe not, but I definitely would now. “What were you coming into my room for anyways?”
Scar purses her lips, head angled toward her shoulder. “I came to apologize.”
My neck cranes back. “For what?”
“For being a bitch earlier.”
I’m taken aback because, for one, Scar doesn’t apologize often. And two, I’m the one who should be throwing out apologies. “You don’t have to apologize. If anyone should say sorry, it’s me. That whole Maddie thing…I didn’t mean it. You and Crew aren’t doing anything wrong.”
“Aren’t we, though? I mean, Maddie’s my best friend, and when she wakes up, she’s still going to love Crew.”
“Scar,” I say with sympathy in my tone, “if Maddie was going to wake up—”
She stops me by shaking her head rapidly. “Don’t go there.”
“Babe,” Crew says from behind me, and Scar’s eyes shoot over my shoulder, immediately dropping my hands.
My shoulders slouch as I turn around, blowing out a wisp of air through my flared nostrils.Every fucking time I try to talk to her.
“I thought you had to go deal with something?” Scar asks him. They meet each other halfway in the hall and I watch the altercation because I’m nosey and I wanna know how much it pisses him off when I’m around Scar now.
“Sled won’t start. What are you two doing?” He looks at me, then back to Scar.
I shrug. “Just talking. That okay with you?”
Neo bursts into the hall. “Cole!” He raises his voice, stalking toward me. “What the hell, man? You just left her?”
“What’s he talking about?” Crew asks.
Neo, being the jackass he is, takes it upon himself to explain. “Apparently, Scar walked in on our boy who was about to get laid and he dropped the girl like a dead fly to take off after your girlfriend.”
Crew cranes his neck, his posture stiffening. "Why?” he asks, his searing eyes bolted to mine. “Why’d you run after Scar?”
“Would you guys quit this shit!” Scar shouts. “Who fucking cares? Neo probably orchestrated this whole thing because he’s a master manipulator. Don’t you guys see what he’s trying to do? He wants you to turn against each other.”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Neo barks at her, and my blood reaches a boiling point.
I start toward him, each step becoming more and more thunderous. He disrespected her for the last time.
Before I can do anything about it, Crew shoves Neo and his back hits the wall. Gripping him by the collar of his black tee shirt, Crew lifts him up. “You ever talk to her like that again and you’ll be the next missing case at this Academy.”
Damn.Boy really did grow some balls. I’m impressed.