HE

His statement ticked a nerve, she was mine... or not, I console myself with the fact that they have known each other for several years now, and finding her was more important than anything at the moment, including the useless jealousy that had been pricking the back of my mind for years now.

“How did you two meet?” he asked me while sticking his head out of the window, reminding me of the kid I once knew.

“Depends on who you ask.” I mutter to myself as I drive, heading to my house, where Clay had asked to meet via text.

“I am asking you.” he says pointedly, pulling his head for a second just to do so.

“At a bar, on her birthday.”

He nods and hums a response, pulling his head back into the car, I feel his stare on me for a long time before I ask,

“What?”

“Conversations work when you ask me, how we met as well.” He gestures with his hand around us, as if being stuck in a car with him was enough to forget his crimes.

When I don’t respond fast enough, he lets out a sigh and sinks into