Chayton/Psycho's P.O.V.
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"Uh, can you just go get one of the ol' ladies?" Blythe muttered as she tried to look everywhere, but at me.
My eyebrows shot up. We've been shopping at the mall for fu.cking hours, and she's spent the whole time pretending none of us are here. It was kind of cute to watch, but man, it's fu.cking boring tagging along on their shopping spree. However, I was still a bit shocked that she finally spoke. And all to avoid having me touch her.
"Done with the silent treatment now?" I asked, smirking at her.
Bly's electric eyes snapped to mine. She took in a breath, like she was about to say something, but then pressed her lips into a thin line. Guess she's not done with the silent treatment.
The little short cake tri
