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fifty-eight: because i'm going to hand him his ass.

"C'mon in." Jonah says as he gestures inside. I walk in to see Eben and Corbyn waiting on the couch, anxious about what to say to me.

Before I can explain myself, Eben's face twists. "Kir, have you been crying?"

I let out a watery laugh, sitting across from them, "Yeah, I have." I wipe my eyes to see them better, but tears keep pouring out. "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to cry. But for some reason I can't stop." I say. 

Corbyn gets up without saying anything and sits right next to me. Jonah takes his place, staying silent as Corbyn clasps his hands. He looks at me intently, trying to see the emotion in my eyes. "It's Nate, isn't it?" He says, quietly, almost so quiet, the other two could barely hear him.

I nod, wiping my eyes. "How do you know that? Is it that obvious?"

He wraps an arm around me, bringing me into his side. "Not really but I also know you, Kir. Just because you've been gone for a while doesn't mean I forgot about how hard you try never to cry, about literally anything. The only time you ever let your guard down is when it's about Nathan and even then, it takes you a while to expose yourself."

I sob harder into his shoulder, "I'm so sorry I left. It was selfish to just ghost with no explanation for anyone. We are mature and grown and I couldn't even you a simple reason." Corbyn squeezes my shoulder, "It's okay, no one's mad. We're just happy you're back, even if it because of that asshole." he whispers. I quietly pull myself together, stretching up. I turn to look at Jonah, "I called him a Nissan Altima."

He grins, "You didn't."

"I did." I say, putting my face in my hands, "It was so bad. He was so confused and I was just screaming about how he was a 2007 Nissan Altima."

"Am I the only one who doesn't get this joke?" Eben says, confused.

Corbyn raises his hand, "Me either. I'm just waiting for someone to explain because personally, no hate to 2007 Nissan Altimas."

"Jonah made a joke about this car analogy I had and referred to one of the people as a Nissan Altima." I say.

"Wait can I ask a question?" Eben asked, looking at me.

"Uh, yeah. Go for it." I say, unsure of what he'll ask.

He hesitates for a second but then says, "What did Nate do? You don't have to tell us. But like what Corbyn said before, you don't tend to cry in front of others." My gaze goes straight to my hands,

I'm going to have to say it out loud.

I let out a long breath, "I found out that he and Isa have been sleeping together for 7 months." Right after I said that, I felt the room tense. I can't bear to look up at them, but I can feel them all thinking of what to say next.

"As in Isa, best friend Isa?" Jonah says softly. "The one you live with?"

"Mhm." I say, messing with the rings on my finger. "Isabella, yeah."

"Wait, holdup, Isabella. That's her full name?" Corbyn says, taken aback.

"Yeah, have I not mentioned it?" I say, shoving all my rings on the thumb

"No, you and Em always call her Isa or sometimes Bella." He looks at me curiously, "What's her last name? After this, I swear no more questions about her."

"Isabella Calle...why?" I say, looking around at the group.

"I fucking told you it was Izzy. She finds some way to always find you," Eben yells out. He points to Corbyn with an "I told you so" look.