Truth was, I wasn't sure that I was. I hadn't really spoken to Delilah, besides a quick text that had been ignored, since we had last fought. It seemed so long ago that I couldn't remember having said anything particularly bad to her. Nothing more than I usually spat out during our arguments, at least. But my mouth didn't always stick to the script when I got pissy.

A part of me wanted to text her and demand an explanation. The other part of me just wanted to laugh it off until Blake wiped that stupid, concerned look off his stupid face.

"We could report her and get her done...