Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel(23)

 

“Tell her to call me!” he yells at my back.

 

I ignore him. He’s not my boss. And if Teagan tells me he’s done something really wrong, I’m going to tell her not to call him. Fuck guys and their games. They’re all the same.

 

“Tea, wait!” I yell as she disappears around the corner. She’s moving way too fast for me to keep up in these damn heels.

 

“Where are you going?” Mick asks, appearing at my shoulder as I get near the front door.

 

“None of your beeswax!” I say, breathless with the unexpected exercise.

 

“Call me!” he yells as I make it to the door.

 

“Blow it out your butt!” I yell back, racing towards the parking lot. I really, really do not want to be left behind at this place, especially with all that drama back there waiting for me. And if Mick thinks I’m going to call him when my BFF is pissed at his brother, he’d better go check himself into rehab cuz he be smokin’ crack, yo.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER TEN

 

 

 

 

 

TEAGAN’S CRYING SILENTLY AS SHE drives down the street like a bat out of hell.

 

“Where are we going?” I ask, not wanting to push her but also not real crazy about the direction we’re going.

 

“Away,” she says, her voice wavering as she works to hold in a sob.

 

“Away tooooooo … crack-whores-ville?”

 

“Yes.” She shifts to a higher gear and presses the accelerator harder.

 

“Okaaaay.” I pause as I consider my next words. I’m not sure that this is the best time to engage her in a conversation about what Olga said or did. “How about you pull into that Denny’s over there and we talk in the parking lot?”

 

“I hate Denny’s. I’m not going there.”

 

“You don’t have to eat. Just pull in.” I reach over and nudge the steering wheel.

 

She huffs out an annoyed breath, but downshifts and swings the car into the lot. I have to brace myself against the door and dashboard to keep from being unseated.

 

“Wow. Been practicing stunt driving long?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood.

 

“Shut up,” she says, rolling towards a space and turning off the engine at the same time. We coast into the spot and come to a stand-still. She jerks up the emergency brake and then puts her arms and forehead on the steering wheel.

 

I rub her back, waiting for her to spill her guts.

 

“He lied,” she finally says. “He lied about that … that … supermodel assbag.”

 

“Olga?”

 

She turns her head to look at me. “Who else would I be talking about?”

 

“Sorry. Geez, lighten up, okay? I’m not the enemy here.”

 

She turns her face to look at the floor again. “I know. I’m just … really upset.” She’s crying before the sentence is fully out.

 

I grab her by the shoulders and pull her towards me. “Come here, Tea-Tea. Don’t cry on your steering wheel, cry on me.”

 

She leans towards me like she has no bones left in her body. Her arms hang limply by her sides as she heaves out tear after tear and sob after sob.

 

“Listen, I’m only in the Rebel fan club if you’re the president, so don’t take this the wrong way, but maybe you just misunderstood something. I mean, did he actually lie to you or did this Olga bitch do the lying?”

 

Teagan sits up suddenly, wiping her face with her hand angrily. “No. It was a lie of omission. I asked him weeks ago whether he was ever with her and he denied it. But apparently, that’s a big fat fucking lie. They were together, Quin. Together. As in a couple.”

 

“Wait a minute … I thought you told me he did admit to being with her. I’m confused.”

 

“No, what I said was that he said he was just in some small thing that was nothing and was very short and no big deal.”

 

“Somehow I doubt those are his words. There are way too many syllables involved.”

 

“You know what I mean! He says a lot without saying a lot.”

 

I snort. “Says you.”

 

“Quin! Whose side are you on?!” Her face is bright red, and I’m trying really hard not to fish around for a tissue to wrangle the snot coming out of her nose.

 

“I’m on yours, of course.” I look away. “Gah, Teagan, wipe your nose. My stomach is a mess tonight and you’re making me sick.”

 

She uses the back of her hand, which doesn’t improve my indigestion one bit.

 

I get a text, and since the only people who text me at this time of night are pretty much in the car with me right now I look at my phone.