Twisted Turnaround

Chapter 40

MILES

"Were you with a girl?" I hear the voice of Andrea as soon as I shut the door behind me. I turn to face her and find that she had her hands on her hips and her face was void of any emotion. She doesn't look like any other time I've seen her the past few months, but rather the girl that after the night we spent together.

I run a hand through my hair, "Kennedy just dropped me off."

"So she has a name," Andrea says, her voice rising, and I see the anger on her face. She snorts, turning away from me. I feel the alcohol I have consumed rush back to my body at the sight of her anger. She runs a hand down at the end of her hair and laughs, "Oh wow."

She starts to walk away, but I'm following after her, tripping over a few pieces of furniture I didn't have time to put together. "What?" I ask, not minding the pain in my ankle.

"Nothing," she spits, the venom in her voice sharp.

"Yeah right," I say, following her toward her room, but she starts to close the door in my face. I put a hand out, stopping her, and then she sighs, stepping back as the door hits behind the wall. "What is it?" I ask, confusion reeeling in my mind.

"Nothing," she says again, eyes avoiding mine.

"Lie," I point out. I cut my gaze down to her face, where I want her to look at me. "You'll have to talk to me if you are throwing assumptions around."

She snickers at my statement and looks at my face. I watch her face drop at the hurt that passes by her when she makes eye contact with me. "So you go out with a girl, and then you try to say that I'm the one who is being delusional."

"What are you talking about?" I ask, stepping closer to her, but she only takes the same step forward. I instinctively step back as I say, "I don't understand you."

"Yeah, well, of course you wouldn't understand how you go out with a girl after our breakup just a week ago," she says, emphasizing the last two words, "is a little problem."

"I didn't even go out with her!" I defend, feeling myself growing hot at her assumptions.

"Yeah no," she says with a hateful glance at me as she walks past me. "You just found her at the bar and decided to bring her home."

"Andrea—"

"No, what the hell!" she screams, turning away to look at me. She's clawing at the material of her shirt at her chest as she says, "You are trying to pretend as if you wouldn't have invited her in if I wasn't home."

"Because, it's not true," I say, trying so hard for her to see my point. She only rolls her eyes, but I see the other emotion clouding her anger. "Don't lie to me. You don't even have to explain anything to me. I get it—date a girl for a few months, and right after breaking up with her, move on."

"Move on?" I repeat, scoffing at her words. "That was me moving on, right?"

"Right," she says, an emotion dawning on her face. "My bad. I forgot that the way you do things is just hook up with random girls." She sighs, looking away from me. "Well, let me know how many girls do it for you." She starts to walk away from me, but I'm following her to the kitchen. When she grabs water, I'm glaring at her.

"That's not fair," I say quietly.

"No, it's not fair that we break up, and in the blink of an eye you are sleeping with other girls," she spits, dropping the water back into the sink. She rolls her eyes as she starts to walk around me.