His expression softened just a little, and he rolled his eyes as if he were the one being patient. "I’m sorry about yesterday," he said curtly. "Just forget about it. We’ll celebrate next year when your birthday comes around again."
My heart clenched. ‘Next year?’ To heck with him. "What do you want, Skyler?”
"My friend, Amira, it’s her birthday today. You ought to know. We’ve got to attend the party tonight."
I looked away, trying to calm myself. "I don’t want to—"
"You can’t refuse," he interrupted, his tone demanding. "You’re coming with me. I thought Amira was your friend too."
"I thought she was your ex," I said, the bitterness slipping out before I could stop it.
He scoffed. "So? Does that mean I should cut ties with her? We’re friends. I can’t disregard her by not attending her party."
I stared at him in disbelief. Yesterday, he had no issue shoving me aside for Tia, and now he was adamant about attending his ex’s party out of respect. The hypocrisy was suffocating.