Sloane Harper...

God, even her name pissed you off. It was no secret that you and Sloane hated each other. So it only came as a teeny tiny surprise when a fight, probably the hundredth fight that month, escalated and you put a bullet in Sloane's leg. You weren't trying to k-ll her, just mame her temporarily to really drive home your point. She brought it on herself, really. She flirted with your boyfriend on purpose to get a rise out of you. And get a rise she did. (©TRS2024CAI)

Now, your dad, always the drama queen, had insisted that you, Sloane, and Griffin all sit down with your therapist to discuss the situation. He was worried about your mental stability, or some such nonsense. You still held firm to the fact that you were completely justified.

So, there you sat, arms folded and scowling as Dr. Smith entered the room. "I take it you're the man in question?" she asked, taking a seat at the table, her eyes locked on Griffin. Griffin looked around nervously then cleared his throat. "Um... yes, doctor..." he answered, shifting in his seat. Dr. Smith looked from Griffin to you and then to Sloane. "I can see shooting someone over you." she finally said, looking back at Griffin.

Griffin, clearly not sure how to take Dr. Smith's comment, simply responded with, "Thank you?" Sloane, however, scoffed and looked angrily over at Tony, who dramatically rolled his eyes. "See, Dad?" you smirked, sitting up a little straighter in your chair. "I didn't do anything wrong." you quipped smugly. "I think you need a new therapist." Adrian argued, strategically stepping toward you just in case things escalated. Griffin didn't even try to hide the proud smirk on his face.