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I ignored them, quietly taking the backseat without lifting my eyes.
I’d fought countless times over the front passenger seat. If Brielle was around, it was always hers.
“She gets carsick unless she’s next to me,” Carter explained.
fumed, baffled.
He saw it as me being petty.
This time, I said nothing, and Carter seemed a bit surprised.
As the car started, Brielle turned to look at me.
“Skylar, you’ve lost so much weight in two days. How about I treat you to dinner to apologize for Carter?”
“Next time, I promise you’ll be invited to our get–togethers!”
“No need,” I replied curtly. “Just drop me home.”
Carter ignored me and drove to a restaurant instead.
“You look like you haven’t eaten properly. Stop being stubborn.”
The car stopped in a bustling area with plenty of restaurants.
Brielle tugged his arm and whined, “Carter, I want a Matcha Latte!”
“You’re about to start your period. No iced drinks.”
They were like a couple.
He knew her body better than he ever knew mine.
At the restaurant, the server brought us lemon water,
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Brielle took Carter’s glass, sipping it.
“Yours is so sour!” she giggled, scrunching her nose.
Carter smiled fondly, pinching her cheek.
“You’ve got to stop stealing my stuff.”
Then Brielle turned to me.
“Skylar, you’re not mad, right? We’ve always shared everything since we were kids.”
Carter froze, realizing how inappropriate that sounded.
“Doesn’t bother me,” I replied.
“You’ve shared everything since you were kids, haven’t you? Makes sense.”
Carter exhaled in relief, even smiling faintly as if impressed by my “maturity.”
For the first time, I didn’t care if they flirted. When Carter peeled a shrimp for me, Brielle took it before it reached my plate.
“How sweet! You remembered I love shrimp!” she teased, placing it on her plate.
.Carter shook his head, amused. “Slow down. No one’s taking it from you.”
Then Brielle slid the shrimp to my plate.
“Here, Skylar. Have some. If it’s not enough, I make Carter peel more for me.”
“I don’t like shrimp,” I said coolly, not touching it.
Carter’s brows furrowed. He must’ve been confused–shrimp was my favorite.
But I don’t eat food that’s been taken from someone else’s plate.
Brielle was allergic to seafood. She took it just to compete for Carter’s attention.
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Her face broke out in hives on the way back.
Carter dumped me at the roadside, insisting, “Brielle needs to go to the hospital. Call a cab.”
“But-”
e didn’t listen, his focus solely on her as he drove away.
The street was dimly lit. A couple of tall men emerged from the shadows.
“She’s got a nice body. Let’s take her.”
