Crash
Standing next to my bed, Tommy stares right back at me. He's trying to look relaxed, but I see the tension in his arms. He's not backing down.
"I'm not calling in the chip on the lie," he says, reading my mind. "I want you to admit the real reason you told it. Because if you won't tell me then that means you haven't told anybody. And I'm guessing that's why you grew ladyballs and started PMSing last year."
"Oh, for the love of—"
"No, really," he says darkly. "You think I haven't noticed you stomping around like a two-year-old with sugar withdrawal? 'Cause I noticed. And that shit's getting old. I thought it was because Kelly broke up with you. But she didn't, right? Isn't that what you just recently remembered to tell me? So I'm calling in my chip and you're telling me."
I just glare at him, until Dan's voice booms from the adjoining room. "Crash? Is that you?"
