This chick had no right to be chill over this. She didn’t have the right to act like she did nothing wrong. She didn’t get it. This girl didn’t seem to be entirely quick on the uptake and she thought that was one of those things he loved about her. Seething George gave the red head a once over wishing that this wasn’t happening or that she could actually bring herself to punch her for being a skank. Instead, she managed to convince herself that shoving the girl would be a good idea.
Lifting up her hands, she reached out to shove her back against the machine. “Yes you are,” she hissed through gritted teeth. She really couldn’t deal with this right now, between the concussion at the beginning of the month and this George was feeling a little frayed at the edges. The fear she felt that maybe Luke hadn’t meant it when he said he loved her making tears form at the corners of her eyes.
Sniffling she pulled back putting space between them. She needed to put herself back together. Heaving a deep breath in an effort to calm down George forced her hands to relax from the fists they’d formed after letting go of the girl. She had to know for sure, “Did you sleep with him?” She steeled herself for the coming answer.