When Stars Collide | Editing
|| He regarded me silently at this, raising his beer to his lips to take a long drink. His eyes glinted in the darkness. After a moment, he finally spoke: "I don't do second chances, stella cadente."
"And I told you I don't speak Italian."
"It means shooting star." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I thought it fit you."
"You're a world class crash and burn. Anyone can see that. It must run in the family. Because of, well" - his gaze cut to Takeo's room - "you know."
A surprised rush of air slipped from between my lips before I could stop it, and I took a step back, trying to keep myself from hunching over. "I really hate you," I told him then. "I hope you burn in Hell."
At this, he laughed, tipping his head back to look at the hallway ceiling. "Oh, darling," he murmured. "Trust me when I say that feeling's mutual. So I guess that means we'll be burning together, yeah?"
"Fuck you." The words were spat out over my shoulder as I headed into my room. I was seething. I wanted Griffin King to go drown himself in the toilet. I wanted to forget my parents had even ever had this stupid idea. More than anything, I just wanted to have the last word. But as I closed my door behind me, I heard him let out a low chuckle.
"At least buy me dinner first," he said. ||