«Are you planning to be on my ass even when I'm just trying to make peace with my best friend...?» I mutter, obviously at Brianne.
After watching Elaine storm out of school in tears without even looking at me, I told myself I'd give her space until she cooled down... yeah, that lasted about a minute.
They say you have to strike while the iron's hot, right? And Elaine is definitely hot.
I trailed her quietly—I was worried she might head straight home, which would make talking to her impossible, but luckily she stopped at Central Park.
Now she's slumped on a bench, vodka bottle in one hand and a joint in the other—not exactly what you expect at eight in the morning.
She must be completely wrecked.
«The deal was that I wouldn't kill you if I was sure you'd never hurt a human again. Following you around twenty-four seven is the only way I can be sure. Having me breathing down your neck can't be worse than being dead,» she shoots back.
I let out a sigh.
