"What would you have done?"
"Not thrown my phone, that's for sure."
I laughed. "I'm serious, Hayden."
He slowly chewed his food and looked straight ahead. I stared at the way his jaw shifted back and forth, contracting and loosening, as he thought about my question.
"Given the nature of the situation, I probably would have told you regardless, because even though you insist there's nothing going on, there's always something going on."
I stared at him, my jaw dropping and all.
"When it comes to Kova, I don't trust you." He angled the tip of his fork toward me as he continued to stare straight ahead. "Well, I don't trust him, really, but I don't trust you either. It's like you guys thrive on the excitement of getting caught or something, I don’t know. The whole thing is just weird, but either way, I would've told you."
I threw my fork down. "Thank you!"
"Calm down," he laughed. "Yes, she should have told you, but there's also no reason to flip the way you did. Maybe you were hangry."
"Hangry?"
"Hungry and angry."
"I'm seeing her in two weeks."
"Who? Avery?"
"Yes. And I bet we don't speak until then. She's been so difficult to get ahold of as it is. I just hope when we do see each other that it's not awkward."
"I doubt it will be."
I nodded my head and polished off the rest of my dish over a light conversation with Hayden until he delved into the injection topic again.
"I'm trying out different injection sites. Okay?"
"What do you mean," he asked, helping me clean up. I had one plate of food. Hayden had three. Lucky bastard.
"I tried my hip, but I either did it in the wrong place or I stabbed myself too hard, because I'm fairly positive I hit my hip bone and now I have a massive bruise. I haven't done it as much because it hurts, which is why I've been so tired. My levels are low."
"So did you plan on just never taking it again because of me and Kova?"
"No. I mean, I would've eventually, but the bruise on my leg was pretty bad, so…"
"Show me."
I lifted my shirt and pushed down my shorts just enough to show Hayden the ugly bruise on my left side. The needle was small, but it left behind hideous shades of deep blues and brownish-yellows.
He bent down so he was level with my waist, his fingers gently stroked my skin. "Damn, that looks pretty painful."
"Yeah, especially when you slam your hips on bars on top of it."
He glanced up. "I imagine so." His words were full of sympathy. He continued to run his finger over the little lump that had formed under my skin. "I don't think the needle is supposed to go there…that could be the reason for the bruise. Want me to call my mom and ask her, and then I can do it for you?"
My brows furrowed. "How would she know?"
"She's a nurse, remember?" Then he held up his palms, both calloused and over dry and peeling, and I noticed the rips.
My face lit up. "I totally forgot about the nipple cream!"
His face dropped, all expression voided. He tilted his head toward me and pointed his finger, his steel blue eyes narrowed. "Hey, don't knock the nipple cream. That shit is magical."