“How about the fact that you’re emotionally fucked-up roommate just tried to keep me prisoner in your room. Or what about—” “Lev did that?” I nod, feet still moving. “Sure did.” Ridge puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Stay right here.” Then he walks steadfastly back toward the hall. “Ridge, no.” I jog after him. When I catch up, I grab the back of his shirt. “Please, just let it go.”
Bitch. Don’t act like you didn’t tell him just to get this exact reaction. Absolute manipulator. Or, she’s just plain fucking stupid.
