"Why did you lock me outside?"
"Who's she?" Sly asked in that cold voice he hasn't used for a long time now.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him, "are you jealous of Brit?"
"Who's she?"
"I don't see any reason why you should be jealous of Brit. She's my friend."
"Your friend? Who permitted you to have someone like her as a friend?"
"Someone like her? Do you know who Brit is?"
"I don't like her."
Sly started the car and drove out of the school compound.
"Brit was bullied by her high school classmates, that was why she clung on to me the way she did then."
I tried to explain what happened, to him, but Sly pretended as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about. He made it seem like I'm talking to myself.
"You don't have to act like this, Sly." I tried once more to get him to talk to me, "Brit and I are just friends. Nothing is going on between us."
