BULLY ROOMATE
“Wow … so, I was very curious about your relationship with Maverick, but this explains it. He bullied you, Josie?”
I swept my bangs from my eyes. “Pretty much, but not anymore.”
Jordan smirked. “With the glass of tea over his head, I would say you’re evolving. The bullied is becoming the bully.”
I frowned. “I’m not a bully, I’m just not letting him bully me.”
“Good. Give ’em hell, Josie.” He gestured toward my canvas. “It looks like he deserves it.”
I hung my drawing above my chest-of-drawers for anyone to see. What did it matter anymore? My stomach rumbled around seven, and I realized I hadn’t eaten since lunch.