Nate extended his middle finger in response. He was still on his knees in the middle of the shower cubicle though, so I simply reached over and turned on the tap. “Fuck! Layne!” he roared, cold water dousing him. I laughed, ducking back out of the shower before he could retaliate, my evil chortle echoing through the bathroom in a way that cheered me right up. So much for my nice quiet break alone at school…though I didn’t hate the idea of seeing Mom and Max. Nate, without realizing, had actually done me a favor. Hell must be chilly today.
