Crash
Tommy sits back, biting at his lip ring. When she doesn't say anything else, he looks at me. He's pissed. And I don't blame him. But he can also back the fuck off. This is bigger than he realizes.
We glare at each a second, then he shakes his head. "The chip," is all he says.
I look away. "Shut up about—"
"Guys, please."
Tommy ignores her. "How do I know it's okay if you won't tell me? You've lied—"
"Let it go."
"Why, so you can fuck up everyone else's lives without feeling guilty about it?"
"Ever think maybe my life's fucked up so I don't have time to worry about yours?"
"Stop it! Both of you!" Kelly's on her feet, wheezing, gripping at the edge of the table.
"Kel?" I shove out of my chair to get to her. Tommy told me about the attack she had at her house. "Do you have your inhaler?"
