"Just think, if you were smart enough to figure out how to hack the memory card yourself, you wouldn't be in this situation." Andy paced in front of me with a menacing grin.
I glared, feeling the fire ignite in my chest, getting me ready to kick his ass. "No, I wouldn't be in this situation if you'd mind your own fuckin' business and stop tryin' to get into mine."
"Told ya I ain't rollin' with kids anymore. Your friend fucked with me, and I fuck back harder."
"What do you want, Andy," I said through clenched teeth.
"Revenge."
"Nah bro, I wouldn't be here if that was all. There's a reason you haven't released the video yet. What the fuck do you want?"
"There's a poker game tonight on 49th."
"And you want me to hustle."
"Ahh looks like you are a little smarty pants," he said with a laugh, pinching my cheeks.
I swatted him away. "Then you'll leave me and my friends alone, got it?"
"Sure."
I pushed him up against the wall, hand around his throat. "I mean it."
It felt good he was still scared of me. But the whole scene made me feel disgusting and pathetic.
We walked to Andy's souped up Audi, I taking the front seat, making his meathead friends stuff themselves into the back. When he started the car, loud bass shook the speakers and my eardrums. It felt like I was 17 again. A pit formed in my stomach, wondering why I'd ever thought this boy was cool, why I allowed myself to get caught up in his charm.
All the anger I felt at Clo was just a mixture of emotions related to the times I'd been conned throughout my life. Lied to about the "American dream," the government, my brother's legal status, my boyfriend's coolness. I should know better than to trust anyone, yet for some reason I keep trusting anyway.
And since I can't trust anybody else, I'm not a trustworthy person. Which was fine when I'm hanging out with Andy and his loser friends. And the reason I ended up back at a dive bar, sitting around a table with intolerable assholes, all snorting lines between hands.
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