“What’s up with you?” Cole asks, entering the kitchen. “I fucked Demi,” I say more to myself than him. He nods. “I was there.” He takes a drink of his coffee. “In Becky’s bed.” He spits out said coffee. It dribbles down his chin and onto his shirt. I feel it land on my arm, but I ignore it. “And she was a virgin.” “What the fuck?” I hear from behind me. I turn to see Austin now standing with us. Her eyes are wide, and her hands on her narrow hips.
Cackling
