Childishness? My jaw clenched. Without a word, I sped up, pushing past him.
The frustration in his voice, the lack of remorse—it added to the storm inside me. He hadn’t even apologized, just sent a few half-hearted texts, expecting me to return to him. Like I owed him that.
Suddenly, Skyler’s car zoomed ahead, tires screeching as he swerved recklessly in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, my scooter stopping inches from his car. My heart raced as I glared at him.
He stepped out, his face twisted with anger as he marched toward me, frustration rolling off him in waves.
“Raya,” he growled, “we need to talk. Now.”
I got off the scooter, my heart pounding with anger I could barely contain. "Why stop me, Skyler? I don't want to talk to you."
His eyes narrowed. "I won’t tolerate you disrespecting me."
Disrespect? My blood boiled hotter. "What about the disrespect and hurt you caused me yesterday?"
He raised a brow, unfazed. "What did I do?" His tone was indifferent, and his eyes lacked remorse. Talking about it was pointless. He wasn’t sorry.
Skyler took a step closer, his intoxicating scent filling the space between us. Normally, his closeness would have made my knees weak. Now? Nothing. I was numb.
"What do you want?" I demanded, my voice cold.
He exhaled sharply, annoyed. "You said we’re done, but I don’t accept that. You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts all day. That’s unacceptable."
"Really?" I shot back, incredulous.
"Yes." He stared at me like I was being unreasonable. "I’m going to let it slide and take it as your way of getting back at me for not celebrating your birthday with you. Which, by the way, is so stupid of you. But we’re even now."
I blinked in disbelief. His face, stern and devoid of understanding, was the same face that had been lit up with joy in the video yesterday—with Tia. The contrast infuriated me. How could he act like none of it mattered?
His expression softened just a little, and he rolled his eyes as if he were the one being patient. "I’m sorry about yesterday," he said curtly. "Just forget about it. We’ll celebrate next year when your birthday comes around again."
My heart clenched. ‘Next year?’ To heck with him. "What do you want, Skyler?”
"My friend, Amira, it’s her birthday today. You ought to know. We’ve got to attend the party tonight."
I looked away, trying to calm myself. "I don’t want to—"