Abel
She's doing this shit on purpose. Laughing and grinning at Nolan as if she has no care in the world. Serves me right, though. She told me the ball was in my court, and I'm sitting here peeling the label on my beer bottle, instead of going out there and rightfully claiming what's mine.
"How long are you going to sit here and steam?" Jasper asks, his eyes following mine.
"I don't know," I shrug. "At this point it's a study in patience and self-sabotage."
Barrett is lifting his beer bottle to his mouth, but stops when he hears me. The side of his lips tilt up in a sardonic grin. "How's that going for you?"
I throw the cap of my beer at him. Grabbing it back up when he holds his hand up to block it. "You know exactly how the fuck it's going for me."