"You know that I'm not going to any party with you, right?" I ask him the moment he pulls out of the parking lot.
"I wasn't going to take you there."
"Oh?"
"Matthew and his pervy friends are there. That means if I go with you, I'll have to drop everything and take care of you. I'm honestly not up for for that right now."
"Funny, since you're doing the exact same thing right now."
"I didn't have a choice. If that creep had the guts to go to your apartment yet again and actually shoot at the glass door, he might be headed to the club next. I'm a jerk and stuff but I don't want you dead. Your presence is kinda growing on me."
"I bet it is. Blake will be so pissed once he learns that it's my fault the apartment was gunned down."
"And who exactly is Blake?"
"My brother."
"You're worri
