Before I could retort, Toby chimed in. “Does anyone else have something to discuss?”
Izaak cleared his throat.
Instantly curious, I turned to my friend. "Ooooo, Clo, what’d you do?"
"This is about you," Izaak responded plainly, so serious it made my tummy twist into knots.
I chuckled, trying to ignore how excited he made me. "What? Me? You don’t think you’ll get to torture me enough this weekend?"
“I believe it’s better for me to address this in front of the group.”
On the edge of my seat, I urged him to continue.
"When I took you and Chloe to the airport and found the vape pen, you assured me it was yours."
My heart thumped against my chest. "Yeah, and? It was. You know I'm a big pothead and all." Gabe shook his head at me, already figuring out where this was headed, but I continued to play dumb. "And you already spanked me for it. Why bring it up now? Didn't get enough? Damn you're more of a sadist than Gabe."
Izaak didn’t play into my aggression, staying as calm as a pilot reassuring passengers that it’s only turbulence. "It has come to my attention that the weed was Molly's."
It was hard to read him – was he actually upset? “Okay, fine, but shouldn't you be talkin’ to her about this?”
“I already did.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Molly uncomfortably squirming in her seat. “My ‘beef’ now is with you.”
“Why, though? Bro, it really ain’t that big of a deal.”
