“Okay, if you’re gonna be like this we might as well call it now.” Something in my voice makes him look up. I cross the room to the front door, whipping it open so hard it bangs against the wall with a loud crash. I cross my arms over my chest, eyes pinned on Ben. His eyes widen again in that deer-in-the-headlights way. “Go on,” I say, not buying his expression for a second. “You don’t want to support me? The person you’ve called a friend for nearly ten years? Get out.”
Andale
