It was a few weeks later when the shit hit the fan again.
Middle of a Saturday afternoon, and we were all still recovering from the after-party the night before. Well, Mia'd already got through half the cleaning, complaining 'bout it all the whole time, and V hadn't come up from his room in the basement yet, but the rest of us were sprawled around the den, watching some stupid vampire movie we'd all seen 'bout a dozen times before. I was more focused on Letty than on the movie, really, tugging at this piece of hair hanging out of her ponytail.
"I'ma beat your ass if you try that shit again, Toretto," she warned, glaring at me.
"Like to see you try," I answered, laughing. Honestly would've welcomed a wrestling match, even knowing she could actually hurt me if she really tried.
Eventually we both settled down, her laying down with her head in my lap. And even though I was still messing with her hair she wasn't bitching 'bout it no more.
Right when the vamp goes in to bite the chick we heard Vince starting to clomp his way up the stairs. Letty lifted her head, ready to rag him 'bout how wasted he'd already been when we went upstairs, but I didn't bother looking over till I felt her go stiff.
We locked eyes for 'bout half a second or so, and then Jamie was gone, out the back door without a word to any of us, like any other chick doing the walk of shame outta the basement. Barely five seconds later, Letty was gone too, following after her.
"Gonna be a long fucking day…" I muttered, shaking my head as I grabbed my beer.