Go ask your so-called friends, because trust me…they know.” His eyes narrowed in a hard glare. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I groaned, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “It’s like talking to a block of cheese. Get it through your head, Nate. We aren’t friends, you and me. I owe you nothing, and don’t particularly fucking care that your girlfriend is fucking around on you considering what you did to Carly last year. But even if I did care, you won’t believe me. So why even waste my breath?”
