For a moment, I just gawked at her. Part of me — a huge part — was proud. Nadine finally found a good set of friends. Ones willing to stand up for her, even to the club. She has people who support her in ways we never gave her.
But another part of me was just real pi.ssed off. Pi.ssed because I shouldn't care at all. And I shouldn't be talked to like this. I didn't do anything wrong. Nadine fu.cked me over. She left me. She hurt me.
"Uh, maybe we should all just cool it, yeah?" Nash chimed in awkwardly. "Wanna dance with me, Tiger?"
"No, and stop calling me that," Saylor said as she stood up. "You're cute Nash, really, but I don't dance, and I'm not sleeping with anyone at this club."
"What? Why?" he replied, actually fu.cking pouting.
Then Saylor cut her eyes back to me, completely i
