Zepp grabbed my waist and dragged me down the hall. I elbowed him in the ribs. “You’re a psycho, you know it?” “You make me one.” “Don’t blame me—” “You think a friend would get pissed off because they think you fucked somebody?” “I…” I didn’t have an answer for that. A smug smirk shaped his lips. “Guys aren’t just friends with girls, Roe. Accept that.” He kissed me before he walked off. He was wrong, though. Chase was just a friend.
