Harlan
He'd been avoiding Maya. He was pissed at her, and he could tell the feeling was mutual.
She was mad at him because he was keeping things from her, which was weird the more he thought about it. They were friends, right? It's not like they were dating. If anything, they were the opposite of dating, and considering how she got Blaze to do her dirty work, maybe they were dating.
God, he could murder Blaze in his sleep. He could just rip his throat out for even thinking of touching what was his and..
Whoa.
"I need to calm down," he told himself as he paced in the living room. He was walking with such force he was afraid the floor would bear marks of this.
"You usually do. Why this time?" the voice of another person he recently hated a lot said.
"Fuck you," he said to his brother, who just calmly strode in as if this was his house. He reminded himself it was his house and cursed internally.
"Geez, what is up with you? Woke up on the wrong foot of the bed or.."
