managed to knock his cap off. I stepped forward, wishing
I'd gone with Austin and left Kira to her theatrics alone.
This was a scene I realy didn't want to see.
'I hope your Prince Albert fucking rips out and you have
to piss through three holes!' Kira screamed.
'Kira, c'mon.' I reached for her.
Kira alowed herself to be led away, stil shouting insults.
By the time we got to the parking garage the crowd had
thinned and we had a better shot at hailing a cab. I rubbed
my bare arms and shivered, but Kira had anger as her
cloak and she danced back and forth on the nubbly
pavement, waving her hands and muttering curses.
'He's not worth it,' I repeated. 'Jesus, Kira. What's wrong with you?'
'He's a jackass,' she said sulenly. Her makeup had
smeared, her hair tangled. She needed to be in bed.
Fuck. I wanted to be in bed, and not alone. Yet here I
was, instead, babysitting her while she had a tantrum about
some guy she'd had a crush on a milion years ago but had
never even dated.
I didn't correct her, even though I didn't agree. 'You're
drunk. Cal Tony. Go home.'
She sniffed and crossed her arms. 'Oh, you don't care!
You're going to screw Austin. What difference does it
make to you if my heart is broken?'
I laughed and knew I'd made a mistake by the way her
brows puled low over her smeared eyes. 'Your heart's
not broken. You didn't even go out with him. He doesn't
even have the Prince Albert anymore.'
She glared at me. I thought suddenly she was maybe way
less wasted than I'd thought. 'Did you fuck Jack?'
'It was ages ago.'
'You fucked Jack?' Kira's fist clenched at her sides, then
'You fucked Jack?' Kira's fist clenched at her sides, then opened as her shoulders slumped. 'I thought you were my
friend!'
'Kira, it was years ago, and you weren't—'
'That doesn't matter!' she cried, and I knew she was right.
'You knew how I felt about him! I loved him!'
I'd never loved him. At least there was that. 'I'm sorry.'
Kira whipped her phone from her purse and stabbed the
buttons with her fingernail. She turned her back to me. I
should've counted myself lucky she didn't try to punch me
in the face the way she'd done Jack. As it was, I was cold
and my stomach had begun to churn.
'Your sorry is shit.' Kira spoke into the phone next. 'It's me. Come pick me up. Yeah, I know what time it is. I'l be
waiting at Tom's Diner on Second Street. Harrisburg, you
'tard.'
She hung up and stalked off down the sidewalk without
looking back.
