And a month wasn’t really that long, was it? Besides, she was going to talk to Brenden tonight. Before he disappeared with that red-headed wench, that is.
“I was going to talk to him tonight, actually,” she defended herself. Andy rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, right.”
“f**k you, asshole. I just got out a long term relationship. What’s your excuse? Scared someone else will wear the pants in your relationship? How awful!” she mocked him. Yes, she was being mean. But truthfully? He really hurt her feelings. Tit for tat because she was pissed.
“Whatever, Irene.” He shook his head. “Where’s Brenden now? I saw you looking for him after the game.”
Irene gritted her teeth. “I don’t know,” she ground out. She sat back on the couch and debated whether to keep arguing or just leave. A fun game of baske
