lies

four

Justin

Savannah's accident means that I'm way behind where I want to be. I planned three days to put the storage together because Heidi had bought so many shelves and different units with stupid smaller shelves and drawers inside them. I'll now be there for a fourth day, possibly fifth, because I no longer have Savannah's help with moving all the shit my sister has from one side of the room to the next.

I called the guys for an emergency night out because I'm in a foul mood, and I know only alcohol and those dickheads will be able to cheer me up.

A woman would usually cut it, but it was a woman who constantly aggravated me all day. After her performance at the hospital, I'm not sure if I still think she's just meek, hiding herself—but why?—or if I think she's fucking insane.

She definitely acted insane. We've never spoken much, and she's never snapped back at anyone. Even Heidi says Savannah needs to stick up for herself and not let people walk all over her. This morning, she definitely stuck up for herself, but there was more, and it was weird. So, I need this drink tonight.

Plus, I can still smell coconut.

Fuck coconut.

Toby sits down opposite me at the table and lifts his black eyebrow. Max is with him. They both look at me like they're about to interview me.

"What did she do? I want details," Max says.

"She ... I don't even know, man. I don't want to talk about her."

Max chuckles. "Sure, you don't."

Toby picks up one of the three beers I ordered. "So, you broke her wrist, and now, you're pissed at her?"

"I did not break her wrist."

He looks at Max. "You said he didn't take the heavy box for her."

Max nods and replies to Toby as if I'm not even here, "That's what he told me."

"Hey!" I snap, and two pairs of eyes flash to me. "I didn't realise the box was that heavy, and that wasn't the problem anyway. She tripped."

"Doubt she would have if she hadn't been carrying a heavy box though," Toby says, putting his beer down.

Max shakes his blond head. "I think Justin's here to ease his guilt, and he wants us to do that."

"Will you two fuckers stop talking as if I'm not here? I don't have any guilt over Savannah Dean."

"Huh. That sounds like something a guilty person would say," Max jests.

"Why did I think you two would help?"

Toby chuckles. "How is her wrist?"

"Hairline fracture. She went back to work after, so it can't hurt that bad."

Max snorts. "I have a week off work when I get a cold."

"I doubt Savannah has ever pulled a sickie in her life. She's too good."

"I don't really know what to think about this. Toby, Justin hasn't had women troubles since that bitch, what, six years ago, and now, we're being called to meet for Monday night beer over some chick."

"Again, stop with talking like I'm not here, Max. And will you grow a pair over the Monday drinking?"

"Why did you call us here?" Toby asks.

"She's just frustrating and infuriating."

"Ohh. You like her," Max says.

"No."