Chapter 8 - Silas’s POV
“Okay, we need a plan.” Me and Sadie are conversing between mouthfuls of burgers.
“Okay, so let’s crash at my house.”
“Which one?”
“Not funny.” She glares at me. She really doesn’t like me bringing up the fact that her parents are divorced. “You know which house I go to.”
“How’s your brother doing?”
“I don’t know. I never see him.” Her voice gets quiet for only an instant, and I decided to shut up. She probably misses her brother. I know how that feels. “Anyway. We crash at my dad’s.”
“Okay.”
“Yes, my parents are divorced, Heather! Jesus!” Sadie snapped.
“Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain,” I whispered with an evil smile.
“Be quiet, Silas.”
“Okay.” My hands go up in mock surrender.
“Drive me to my father’s house, please.”
“I love how you’re pretending to be nice.”
“I’m very good at being nice. But I’m also very good at kicking you in the balls.” I get up and start walking to the car.
“That was a cleverly veiled threat.”
“Thanks. Now get me the fuck out of here.”
“It’s be my pleasure, ma’am.”
“Just drive!”
“Okay, okay, fine. Jesus lady. Calm down.”
“I’m being stalked by an incredibly hot guy who wants to kill me. I’m not going to be ‘calm’, okay?”
“And you say I’m the one with a one track mind,” I snicker. “Okay.”