CHAPTER 33

“Stop being a brat and get in.”

How dare he!!! I was being a brat? I would have shown him a brat if Jason did not whine into my ears.

I huffed and pushed my wasted best friend to the car and got in myself. His car!

‘He’ glared at me when I closed the door none too gently.

Jason was clingy. He always was, when he drank whiskey. He hugged me and pouted.

“Daaaaaveeeee....”

“What?”

He hiccupped and mumbled. I smoothed his wayward hair and hugged him close. He was swaying to the motion of the car.

“The twink was cli...cli...clingy. Ashked for my nwumber.”

“Yeah? Did you give him your number?”

Why was Robert staring at me? He was driving for God’s sake!

Jason was making no sense.

“...so I gave him Brady’s number. He has soooo much love to give...uh...and twinky needs loooove.”

“Okay, who is Brady?”

“Whose is Brady??? Your Brady??? Brad Houston!” Jason blinked at me.

“I don’t know any Brad Houston.”