Fold

Apparently, me being a lesbian is her definition of not living a healthy or productive life. Therefore, she thinks it's okay to bully and punish me into being straight.

And because that money is the only thing I have left of my parents...I let her.

I'd like to think my parents would be ashamed of her actions, but unfortunately, I'll never know.

Thankfully, I only have four more years of this shit, and once the money is mine, revenge will be too—because Na

I can feel Breslin's eyes on me, but I'm completely unprepared for the next words out of her mouth. “Is there something going on between you and Preston?”

My eyebrows shoot up to the ceiling. Here I thought my best friend actually knew me. “What? No. What the hell is the matter with you?” I point to myself. “Strictly pussy over here.”

Good grief, she can't be serious. My mind floats back to the night at the river and a weird feeling zips up my spine. I suddenly realize she's not exactly wrong about her suspicion, she's just way off base about the underlying part of it.

But still, the fact that she can pick up on it at all is alarming. She's more perceptive than I give her credit for.

Then again, we've always been able to read one another like a book.

Kind of like how I know that she slept with both Landon and Asher recently, even though she won't tell me.

That said, just because I had a conversation with Preston and told him things I've never told anyone else, including my best friend, it doesn't mean I have feelings for him.

Feelings other than strong hate that is.

I mean...he's having a baby with my fiancée. Correction—Ex-fiancée.

He's also an asshole who comes equipped with a certain appendage that I want absolutely nothing to do with.

I snatch some paper towels from the dispenser, disgust rippling through me. “I can't believe you'd even think such a thing. Let's put it this way—if an asteroid hit the earth, leaving only me and him to repopulate the planet or face my untimely demise via being eaten and probed by aliens...I'd gladly skip toward the aliens and thank them.”

She blinks. “Look, I'm sorry—”

Heat rises to my cheeks and I glare at her. I don't know if I'm more pissed at Breslin for thinking what she did, or at myself, because in some way that makes no sense...I didn't hate Preston for those few hours we talked on the bridge.

And the thought of talking to him again? Isn't the worst thing in the world.

“I don't want to talk about it right now.”

Before she can say another word, I bolt out the bathroom door.