Ares
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"I hate you!" Sierra yells from the backseat, before turning to Raven. "Don't you hate him too?"
Raven nods. "Yes," she says, before looking at me through the rearview mirror, her gaze unfocused. "I hate you," she whispers, her voice breaking.
Something about the way she says it hits me hard, and a dull ache spreads across my chest. I know they're both just drunk, but I've never seen Raven look at me this way.
"And why is that, Cupcake?"
She looks away and rests her head against Sierra's, the two of them cuddled up in the backseat. I sigh and keep my attention on the road as I drive us home, confused. Raven and Sierra mostly keep to themselves, and the last time I caught them drunk or hungover was when they were in college. Why the hell did they drink so much tonight? And what the hell did I do to deserve their hatred when it's me who picked them up at three in the morning, without a single complaint?