Zach rolled his shoulders back, maybe trying to relax or talk himself out of or into whatever the heck he was playing at. “I dunno, just thought we’d try the whole friends thing again.”
I faced him and hardened my jaw. “Don’t you already have somebody for that?”
“What? Ashlyn?” He glanced my way. “She’s just—”
His knuckles tightened over the steering wheel. It felt sweet to make him uncomfortable like this. The jealousy and anger building in me for the past two months were ready to break through my mental dam and drown the hell out of Zach.
“You left me, Zach. For a stupid bitch.” Boy, I was letting it all out.
“No, you don’t get to ‘hey’ me. I can say whatever I want about her. You really thought we could make this friends thing work? After that?” You killed me. Dug my heart out with a spork and tossed it on a butcher block. “So why? ‘Cause I know you’re not that stupid.”
His cheeks went hollow, a sure sign he was getting pissed off. I needed this, a craving worse than Dr. Pepper after days without, or my inhaler after sprinting down the block. “Why, Zach?” I spit his name out, hoping to prod his temper to the point of combusting, wanting him to feel just as angry or just as hurt.
“I don’t know,” he snapped. “Alright? I don’t know. It’s just, it ain’t right without you.”
“Do what?” My heart nearly went on strike. This wasn’t what I wanted. Yelling, screaming, a curse word or two, that’s what I was going for.
Zach seemed to have lost his tongue.
“Zach. Speak.” I snapped my fingers. This bitch thing was kind of fun.
He sighed, clearly uncomfortable, his finger tapping nervously to the beat of the song on his player. “I don’t mean like that.”
I rolled my eyes despite the stab puncturing a hole through me. “Oh, yeah, that’s a relief.”
“Can you just shut up for a minute?”
My eyebrows shot up and I leaned forward. “Excuse me? Civil conversation with the ex? Fail. Stop the car.”
He gave a whiny growl and flexed his fingers off the steering. “No, just hear me out. I know I’m a dick head for what I did, I got it, okay? But Christ, Jessa, we’ve done everything together.”
I arched a brow and pursed my lips at that particular wording.
He laughed a little. “Okay, well, not everything. But you get what I’m saying.”
“Yeah, I do. And it took you two months to figure it out?” Boys were so stupid. Sure, throw six years of friendship down the shitter for a chance down Ashlyn Morrison’s pants and think everything would be peachy keen.
He didn’t say anything and hoping for the situation to fuse again, I tilted my head and added, “You’re really stupid, Zach.”
Zach looked at me. Like, a real, actual look as if seeing me for the first time since June. I hated that I knew that face. His “I’m sorry” face that wanted to snuff out the scorn I so wanted to dish him. I could’ve sworn he wanted to say it, say something, but we both turned to look out the windshield, choosing silence.
“What the fu—” Zach choked on his words as the truck lurched over the thing running across the street.
A gray, two headed thing. With wings.