We both sat there for a while, so much so it started to verge onto awkward if it wasn’t already. I couldn’t understand why he would just randomly turn up at my door after all that shit that happened before, he knew that I wasn’t in the mood, surely. From what I’ve learned from all forms of media, this could go two ways:

• A Love Confession

— not preferable

• Some Stupid Apology

— also not preferable

Next thing I know, he might say he’s my long lost brother.

“I need to confess something..“ He sighed, resting his head on the counter. “I did it.”

Anger built up in the back of my throat.

“You motherfu—“ He forcibly shut my mouth with the palm of his hand, I almost wanted to bite it just so I can relish his pain. Only after shooting me a glare did he let go.

“Save the cursing for later, just hand me the goddamn wine,” he held his hand out as if expecting me to just slide the damn glass over. Because he was right.

“You do know how much bullshit you could’ve saved me from if you just fucking admitted it, right?”

“I’m aware.”

“So you’re saying you just like seeing me miserable then?”

“Partly,” he seemed more interested in drinking his wine than telling me the actual reason. “but also because it was too dangerous to admit it before.”

The muscles in my arms tensed.

“Kash. What the actual fuck did you do this time?”

“Ehhhhh—“

My fist slammed on the wooden surface, and I didn’t bother wincing from the pain. “What is that supposed to mean!?”

He shot me that same look as before but didn’t say anything of it. Instead he just went back to sipping his drink. “You ever heard of Clovis?”

Of course… That dipshit. Both of them.

“He turned on you, didn’t he.”

“Yep.”

Goddamnit. I knew he was bad news from the start, I just wished he wasn’t as gullible. “Kash—have you ever heard of thinking?”

“Nope. Never.”

“You know what, whatever. But how did that lead you into doing that stupid crap back there? That was practically suicide, you know that right?”

“Well, the other choice was *definitely* suicide.”

“Better have been.”

“Look Zoa, I don’t really give a shit what you think about me. But we’ve gotta get along for a while, this is pretty fucking serious.”

I would’ve loved punching him in the face, but according to ‘Bounty Hunting for Dummies,’ that unfortunately wasn’t allowed. I let my hands fall to my sides and leaned back. “Fine. Enlighten me.”