Chapter 41: Exclusive

Vanessa

The word "furious" doesn't describe how I feel right now. Maximize the emotion by ten, which may be an accurate description.

I text Brent.

He doesn't reply.

I call him.

He doesn't answer.

When I drop by his house, he's lounging poolside. He's changed into a blue and white striped shirt, unbuttoned and black shorts. He's wearing sunglasses and has a drink in his hand.

I wrinkle my nose.

His mood still stinks.

"Brent," I stand a few feet away from him.

He sips his drink.

Okay.

I'm not sure why he's turned into a child. However, I don't care.

He's being rude--too rude.

How old is Brent again?

Yeah, older than me.

The more I think about the situation, the more outraged I become. Am I supposed to be dating Devon?

I just met him.

Brent can accuse me of cheating on him, and it's alright?

Are we exclusive?

"I think you--" I stop.

Brent grabs his phone from the table next to him, looking at it.

I think about Carpinteria.

Two can play this game.