Quietly, he motions to me, and we exit the room.
7
SENNA
We say goodbye to Sara,climb into the car and head home. We spend long minutes in silence.
“So... What happened to you?”
“Nothing,” I murmur, my forehead pressed against the window.
“You were in a good mood before I went to Emma’s room.”
I stay silent.
“Did you talk to Sara?”
I cut my eyes at him.
“About what?”
He flicks his hand up.
“I don’t know. Girls shit.”
“That sounds bad. No, I didn’t.”
We lock eyes again.
“You’re lying,” he says.
I look away.
“She said she wouldn’t be able to live here if you lost your job.”
I move my eyes back to him.
He smiles as if it’s a good joke.
“Are you planning to fire me?” he asks, still grinning. “No. She was afraid that we might, you know... split?”
“Are we an item now?” he asks, amused.
“It’s not funny.”
“I think it is,” he says without looking at me. “We can’t split if we’re not together, so why are we even having this conversation?” he asks, steering the car off the highway.
“You’re probably right,” I say, suddenly in a bad mood.
I keep my mouth shut for the rest of the trip, and as soon as we stop in front of my house, I climb out and rush inside.
I pace inside the bedroom, registering every sound of the house as he walks in. The main door shuts closed on the first floor. Then his footsteps travel across the living room and up the stairs. The floor creaks beneath his boots as he nears the bedroom.
The door slides open.
“What the hell was that?” he thunders, his eyes spitting fire.
“Nothing,” I say, peeling off my jeans and T-shirt.