Hit The Road

"Hey... I'm actually Rio, dude," I try to lie as a last resort, but if there's one person who knows me inside and out, up close and personal, it's Jason. His eyes narrow immediately, not believing me. I shoot a quick glance at the two guys next to me, but they’re still not paying any attention to us, "What are you doing here?"

"I asked that first. And this is not the time to catch up," he blurts out and moves with sharp movements to grab a clean towel. My hair is still full of shampoo, so I lift my hands to wash it off as quickly as possible while Jason watches the two guys like a hawk as if they’re a threat to me or something, waiting for me to finish with the towel outstretched.

As soon as I turn off the faucet, he tries to reach over to wrap me in the towel like I'm a damn kid, but I push him away before he can.

"Let me get dressed and then we can talk," I say. Jason nods, but he still acts like my fucking bodyguard while I get dressed, so I get annoyed.

Why is everyone so fucking