“What the fuck, Margo?” I stare at him. “What the fuck? Like I’m supposed to just sit on the sidelines and watch you date my ex-friend? Talk about hypocrisy! Let me live my life if you won’t make room in yours for me.” “You can’t live with Theo.” He paces in front of me. His hands rake through his hair, tugging at the strands. “I can’t do this. I can’t—” “Oh, fuck you, Caleb.” Can’t do it. He’s getting on my ever-loving last nerve. I kick at the ground, gravel scattering ahead of me. “Can’t do what?” He stalks toward me. “How did you crawl under my skin so easily?”
