167. Dumpster

“Gray!” beckoned Zia Scott; however, Gray didn’t do as much as look back at her.

“Gray!” Zia ran toward her and pulled on her hand until she stopped walking.

Gray looked down at her with half open eyes. “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?!” ranted Zia. “Go get Edward, he went to the dumpster because of your stupid excuse!”

Gray shot a glance at the clock on the wall above the TV. “In the middle of the night?” she said as she yawned.

“It’s your fault anyway,” noted Zia.

“You’re the one who messed up in the first place, though,” countered Gray along with another yawn.

“We can’t keep arguing about what’s already happened.” Zia started pulling her hand toward the door. “Just go make something up and take him back here.”

“Just pointing out a fact,” said Gray as she used her other free hand to push herself from the door, refusing to go out.

Zia strenuously opened the door and pushed her out. “Just go,” she said and closed the door shut.

With Zia alone in the apartment, she could not