"What could Savage possibly know about you that I don't?" he asked before his eyes went wide. "Is this about when you were drugged? Are you still feeling funny from it? Did it have lasting affects or some sh.it? Is that why you've been so moody and light-headed lately?" He rushed out.
Moody? I've been moody? That's only because of him anyway! He's the one that did this to me!
"What? Why do you suddenly look mad?" he asked.
I scoffed and clicked my tongue. Then I reached under the table for the small gift bag I had prepared for Brixton at the last second. Freaking Savage and his stupid comment about making this special. I threw this together with Deb's help right before Brix started making dinner. I threw the bag at him rather rudely. And of course, the fu.cker caught it.
Brix raised a
