Bad Liar
he mumbles tiredly, rubbing his eyes.
"I heard," I whisper.
He raises a dark eyebrow at me. "Eavesdropper."
"I know. Anger Management, huh?"
"Bullshit, isn't it?" he growls, looking annoyed.
"Well..." I shrug one-shouldered. "You do get in a lot of fights."
"So do a lot of people."
"Not as much as you," I say gently. "It's getting bad, Finn."
He exhales deeply through his nose. "Damn it."