"No, Em. I thought you'd freak."
"You. Don't. Trust. Me."
"I'm sorry. But I... I love him."
She shakes her head. "No. You do not love my brother."
"Yeah, I do."
"He's fucking ancient!"
"But he... he's a good person. You know he is."
"No." She grabs her purse and moves toward the exit. "I know that he's a liar. That you're both liars."
"Em. Please."
She shakes her head. "Don't talk to me."
"Em—"
The door swings shut behind her.
Chapter Forty-Two
BRENDON
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Emma grabs my arm and pulls me from the theater entrance.
"Where's Kay?"
Her eyes narrow. "Is that the only thing you care about?"
"What are you—"
"What amI? You're fucking my best friend."
"Em—"
"Don't. I don't want to hear it. You're supposed to be the guy who keeps shit like this from happening."
She's right. It's completely fucked, me and Kaylee.
"I'm so stupid. You two have been hanging out all this time. And I just... I actually believed that you care about her. That you want the best for her."
"I do."
"She's eight years younger than you. What the fuck would you do if it was me and Dean?" She folds her arms. "She trusts you, Brendon. She trusts you like family. And you used that to fuck her."
"I care about her."
"If you cared about her, you'd keep your fly zipped." She moves to the street. "Don't wait up."
"Where the hell are you going?"
"None of your business. I'm eighteen. I'm an adult. Those are clearly your standards. I don't need to tell you shit." She turns and runs toward the Hollywood and Highland center.
She's pissed.