I shut him down. “You’ve been around long enough to know better. Tricked by a young girl? Seriously? Even if she threw herself you knew what was up. You let it happen.”
at
you,
He opened his mouth, but I shot him a look that stopped him cold. “If you at least owned up to chasing after her, I could respect that. But this ‘I was drunk, she came on to me‘ crap? What’s next–you thought she was me?”
Nothing. Just clenched teeth and that pitiful silence.
I didn’t wait around. “Save it. I’m good here. I’m not going back.”
Peter’s fists clenched, face twisted in disbelief. “I don’t buy it. Quit faking. I know this wrecked you too. That guy? He’s a rebound. You
don’t love him.”
He glanced at Lionel.
I let out a dry laugh, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’re seriously delusional. You weren’t that hard to get over.”
I stared him down, sharp and clear. “Seeing you again feels gross. Like touching something slimy, Peter Cooke, please get out of my life. I don’t even wanna breathe the same air as you.”
His face went from ghost–white to fire–engine red. He’d never heard me go off like that. His voice shook with rage. “What happened to you… I SAID I’m sorry! What more do you want? Should I drop to my knees?!”
I looked him dead in the eye. “Don’t bother. Even if you dropped dead right here, I wouldn’t blink. Just sign the papers. We’re DONE.”
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