I barely nod.
"Look me in the eyes, Kay."
"Why?" My gaze goes right to my shoes. They're grey. Canvas and rubber. Comfortable. Perfect for a concert.
"Kay."
"What?" I force myself to stare back into Emma's dark eyes. They're lighter than Brendon's. Wider. But still a lot like his.
"Tell me the truth. Whatever it is."
"I..." My voice cracks. The words claw at my gut. They make it all the way up my throat, but I stop them with a swallow.
"You..."
"I..."
"Are you fucking my brother?"
"Em..."
Her eyes go wide. She shakes her head. "Kaylee, what the fuck?"
"It's not like that."
"You had sex with my brother."
"Yeah, but—"
"He was the one at karaoke?"
I nod.
"And the one... oh God, he was offering to, ew..." Her nose scrunches. Her eyes fill with disgust.
All the details I've spilled have been about her brother.
And her best friend is a liar.
Of course she's disgusted.
I...
"I'm sorry." I don't know what else to say.
"You and Brendon..." Emma shakes her head. "How long have you—"
"A long time."
"And he?"
"I don't know. A long time too."
"And everyone else knows?"
"I didn't tell them."
Emma steps away. "So, what, you don't trust me?"