As Timothy and I stood outside the venue entrance, Jasper was thrown out right after us. As he stumbled past us, he seemed intent on glaring the whole way to his car, then gave us the middle finger as he sped off.
I had every urge to hit him, but from the way his right eye was swelling, Timothy had gotten him well enough.
Timothy sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry about all this, Evie. It was supposed to be a fun evening."
I shook my head, reaching to caress the bruise already blossoming on his cheek. "Don't apologize, Timothy. This wasn't your fault. Jasper’s just a jerk."
He looked at me and smiled before wincing, blood leaking from his busted lip. "Life has a way of throwing curveballs, doesn't it?"
“Or fists,” I said, swiping my thumb over his lip. “Let’s get you
