Tyra’s POV
" …. talk to her, Max", Dominic advised as he handed over a mug of coffee to my mate in the kitchen.
It did not take rocket science to know that they were talking about me. But talk about what ?
"Everything is too much to take for her and me. I stayed up the whole night too !", Max replied before practically inhaling the bitter, dark liquid in one large gulp.
"Eww dude. That’s my sister that you are talking about !", Dominic scrunched his face, only to be smacked at the back of his head.
"Gutter head", Max scoffed. "We did not do what you are thinking, asshat. I just thought- thought a lot the whole night that …. ", he started to explain.
"Oh ! That’s news to me. I will just pretend for a moment that you are actually capable of thinking. Go on", Dominic chirped in, only to be ignored by his exasperated coffee companion.
"That she just found out that her Dad …. ", Max began only to be cut off by the douchebag again.