Sarah Blue

That little blonde you went out with last night?” Ian says.

“Yeah, she had no fucking manners. What about that ungrateful, little bitch?” Jordan says.

Ian smiles, his face right in front of Jordan’s. “Well, that little bitch is mine, and you hurt her feelings. So now I’m hurting yours.”

“He listens to trap music. The plants don’t like it,”

An exacerbated sigh from the doorway has us both turning to see my brother leaned against the frame, looking at us like we barely have two brain cells to rub together.