“What do you want?” I snap, taking a step back so the door opens wider. “I want to nap.”
“What are you selling tickets for?”
“Did you beat Sean up?” I fire back, because priorities.
He pauses, then nods. “Yeah, I did.”
“And you forced him to tell you everything about why we broke up?”
“Uhun.”
I grit my teeth. “Why?”
“Payback.” That’s all he says, and my brain scrambles, and then it hits me that he said that the first day he came to see me in the hospital. His knuckles were bruised back then too.
“So you just go around harassing people?” I ask, clutching the vase.
“It’s not harassment when they deserve it,” he shrugs. “Now, what are you selling tickets for?”
“Jesus, my mid-term play!” I snap, waving a hand for emphasis. “You’re way too inquisitive about stuff that doesn’t concer
