The Change Up (The Brentwood Boys, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

I spend a few nights with my best friend, a few consecutive conversations, and suddenly, I’m looking at him like a . . . like a . . . piece of tofu, freshly grilled with asparagus?

Girl, I dont think that has the implications you think it does

“Can you please take him out to go to the bathroom? I need to shower.” And before I can respond, she skips down the hallway and shuts the bedroom door. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

This isn't cute and quirky behavior, this is disrespectful and rude. When a rule is made by a friend who is helping you out, to just decide the rules dont apply to you is selfish entitled behavior.

I let out a frustrated breath and stare down at the carpet, reminding myself that I’m trying to make small steps. But she’s pissing me off. Rules. I set rules for a goddamn reason, and it seems like she doesn’t care about stepping over all of them.

I dont blame you dude, shes ridiculous

Her thumb plays with the sensitive part just underneath the head. “I’m waiting for you to agree to the party. That’s what I’m doing.”

She thinks shes cute. Shes just annoyingly manipulative just like her mother.

“Are you denying it?” Before I can answer, he continues, “Ever since you got here, you’ve taken everything you wanted. You’ve changed everything in my apartment, trading out all my products for environmentally friendly shit. You changed my balcony into a landfill, you invited people over when I specifically told you not to, you brought a fucking dog in the house when I requested no animals, and you put on a fucking birthday party when I didn’t even want one.” His voice rises. “I didn’t want a fucking party, Kinsley. Are you hearing it now, or is it still going in one ear and out the other, like everything else I’ve told you?” “Maddox. I was trying—” “You were being your mom.” I reel back as if he slapped me. “Excuse me?” “Always meddling, always thinking you know what’s right. Guess what, Kinsley, we might have known each other since we were five, but I’m a grown man now, and you don’t know everything about me. Before you came here, I was doing just fine. I had my routine, I had my schedule of women, I was happy . . . content. And then you showed up.” “I didn’t just show up,” I shoot back. “You invited me.” He drags his hand over his face and reaches for the bottle of whiskey. He takes a gulp and then looks me in the eyes and says, “Yeah, that was a mistake.”

None of this os incorrect

“I’m sorry, Maddox, but that isn’t my problem anymore. You took away my chance to care for you when you told me to get out of your life. Good night.”

Yes girl! Yes!

“Quiet, quiet,” Marcy says as she switches off the light to the shelter. Herman comes up to me in his tailored suit. Yes, I got it tailored for him. Took him on a day off and was judged harshly by a local tailor, but I got the suit to fit him properly.