“So, what’s going on with you and the Lynch girl?” Clenching my jaw, I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest, dutifully ignoring her. Don’t feed the crazy. Don’t feed the crazy. “Answer me,” she whispered-hissed. Give me strength… “You might as well answer me because I’m going to keep—” “She’s my girlfriend,” I spat out, losing my cool. “Now stop fucking talking to me.”
