Page 200 of We Shouldn't Be Together
“With words, Tabitha,” he says sternly.
Tabby rolls her eyes and then waves at me. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
I back away toward my car, thinking about smuggling her under a bleacher at the football game. “Sure thing.”
I get in the car and waste no time starting the ignition. Tabitha and her parents enter their home, and I drive away before my head spirals with all the questions Dr. and Mrs. Jones are probably probing her with right this second.
Tabitha’s mom really took me off guard. Why was she so excited to see me? Was Tabby getting a boyfriend on her bingo card? Is it something she can boast to her country club friends about?
When I get home, I walk into the house via the garage, and Mom is leaving the dining area.
“Kai, can you set the dining table please?” Mom asks. “I’m almost finished with dinner.”
“Okay.” I move through the dining area and into the kitchen, happy for the distraction.
Milo is leaning against the kitchen island bench, head hung over a book he’s reading. That’d be right. Mom would’ve asked him a few times to set the table,and he ignored her because she’s not a character on the page. Yet, if I ignore her, she’d totally rage on me.
Milo looks up. “Oh, you’re home.”
“Yep. Is Jamie still here?”
“No, her aunt picked her up.”
As I move toward the cupboards, I lick my lips and get a hint of chocolate and peppermint. “Have you ever had a peppermint mocha?”
Milo flinches. “Doesn’t that have coffee in it?”
“Yeah.”
He grimaces, closing his book. “I don’t drink coffee.”
I shrug, pulling the plates out of the cupboard. “I didn’t think I’d like it either, but Tabitha drinks them, and I tried it. It’s actually amazing. The girl has good taste. But we know that, right… I mean, she’s dating yours truly.”
“How can you be with Tabitha?” Milo says bluntly.
I set the plates down with a thud. “What did you say to me?”
“You know she’s still doing horrible things to Jamie.”
“I know shedid. Past tense.”
“Kai, I saw it with my own eyes.”
“What, all four of them?”
Milo groans, fixing his glasses against his nose. “Can you stop being so full of yourself and hear me out?”
“No, because you’re talking crap.”
“I saw them in the hall at school today.” Milo’s voice raises. “I thought you were Jamie’s friend.”
I narrow my stare. “I am.”
Milo curls a fist and then slams it on the kitchen counter. “Then act like it.”
The outburst takes me aback. “I thought you were a pacifist.”
Milo rolls his eyes and turns his back on me without a reply.
