Testing Limits (Shadow Ridge Series #2)

Chapter 22

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend in Louisville and she got preggo. Maybe her dad wants to kill him and so that's why he is back," Whitney jokes as we reach the long line for the concessions after we pass Grace and Carson.

"I think that you've been hanging out with Savannah too much lately. Only she would come up with something like that," I chuckle.

"Oh, bite me, Savi's fun!"

"I know, but she has got some weird shit in that brain of hers," I say.

"Hi Whitney, Kaylin," Grace voices from directly behind us a minute or so later, chills crawling up my body.

"Hi," Whitney and I respond in unison, barely glancing over our shoulders at them, even with the same amount of coldness.

"Is that really how you guys talk to your friends?" Carson questions the two of us.

"We're not friends anymore. Besides, I can talk to people however I want Carson. No one can tell me what to do," I snap, fully turning around to look at him with a glare.

"It definitely ain't Mitchell. You've got him fucking whipped."

"Guys, please, don't do this," Grace speaks, looking back and forth between us before I can say anything back to Carson. She's dressed in her light heather gray sweater with a shirttail hemline she's paired with her black washed pair of skinny denim jeans. She has slipped her feet inside of her black pair of booties with faux-buckles on the ankles and three-and-a-half-inch skinny stacked block heels while her black mid-size crossbody bag that has a zipper foldover top rests against her right hip. Her hair has been loosely curled and left down with a side braid she has pinned out of her face to flash her twisted textured silver hoops.

"Yeah Carson, stop starting shit," I tell Carson while Whitney and I turn back around.

"I didn't start anything Kaylin, that was all you," Carson keeps provoking me.

"Oh my God!" I cry before I whip around to face Carson yet again, letting him get the better of me. "You're just like your father! You can't take the blame for anything; you blame it on everyone else!"

"I don't blame anything I do on other people!"

"That's complete bullshit and you know it!"

"Try me," he challenges.

"You blame me for the fight Grace and Austin had that ended with them breaking up. Not me, so don't think you can blame this on me or any of my friends and expect me to just sit there and take it lightly."

"Kayl, we should go, let's forget about the drinks," Whitney says, grabbing me by my right arm, trying to pull my attention away from Carson. She knows as well as I do that this isn't going to end well and Lucas is going to be pissed off enough once he learns that Carson even talked to me, let alone tried fighting with me

"So, she can grab you, but I can't?" Carson asks when I don't try to shake Whitney's hold on me off.

"Kaylin, let's go," she tried to intervene again with more force, but I continue to ignore her.

"She's my best friend; you're a pathetic loser," I snap, pulling my arm from Whitney's hold around my arm.

"Kayl come on, he's not worth it," Whitney pleads, grabbing my arm again.

"Fine," I huff, turning towards the bleachers so Whitney will let go of my arm.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Whitney huffs as we make our way back.

"Me?" I gasp. "He fucking started it!"

"You know what the fuck I'm talking about. He's not fucking worth your breath. Let him dig his own grave on his own. Don't get sucked into his shit."