He was still looking at me. "Get offended all you want. But you're gonna tell me." His voice grew a shade darker. "Here.Now."
What the hell?
"This isn't a conversation," I told him. "It's an interrogation." I dropped my arms and stiffened my spine. "And I don't like it."
"You don't like it, huh?" His jaw tightened. "I bet there's a lot of things you wouldn't like."
Something about the way he said it sent a cold shiver down my spine. There was a nasty edge that I couldn’t quite decipher. What, exactly, was going on?
With an effort, I shook off the chill and demanded, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just answer the question. Is there something you wanna tell me?"
"Yeah," I said. "You're being a jerk. How's that?"
I waited for him to argue the point. But he didn't. Instead, he just stood there, looking like he'd be willing to wait all day, if that's what it took.
I didn't want to wait all day. I was cold and tired, and Vince's hoodie wasn't nearly as dry as when I'd put it on. Suddenly, all I wanted was a hot bath and a glass of wine. Or hell, how about the whole bottle? The day had beenthatcraptastic.
Again, I thought of that picture on Jake's phone. How, exactly, did he get that?
"What's going on?" I demanded. "Are you having someone spy on me? You think I'd cheat on you or something? Is that it?"
It seemed far-fetched, but what other explanation was there? Everything about him – his demeanor, his words, the way he was looking at me – it felt like one giant accusation, which totally sucked, because I'd done nothing wrong.
When he made no response, I took a deep breath and kept on going. "Because it seems to me, you have a lot more opportunities to cheat than I do. Maybe I should have someone followyouaround. See howyou'dlike it."
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that Ihadto be missing something. If Jake really were having someone follow me around, they probably would've stopped to help me when those two losers had cornered me on the street.
I paused.
Oh.
Already, Jake had shoved his phone back into his pocket. But in my mind, I could still see the picture, not just of me, but of my surroundings. And suddenly, I knew exactly where that photo had come from. And I also knew why Jake was so pissed off.
He knew those people.
Crap.
And worse, the way it looked, those psychos had told on me.
