Troy's Pov.
"Beth-" I started to call but Tristan put his palm over my mouth, muffling the rest of my sentence.
"What?" I whispered to him when he finally took away his palm.
"Give her some space. We fucked up." He said, running his hand through his hair, something he does when he has suppressed anger, annoyance or frustration for too long.
"Yeah, that's true. We really did. Despite everything we did to help her loosen up." Theo said. He leaned back in his seat, his right leg bouncing, his posture tense but devastation sat in his eyes.
Sighing, I tried to stay calm, hoping she wasn't going to overthink. Hell, who was I kidding? Overthinking was literally her full time job.
"Why didn't we kick her out, though?" Theo asked, anger already lacing his voice. "We should have ended her. I told you guys. We can't keep these dumb broads alive. We only fucked her, one time! And she had the guts to walk in here, sprouting nonsense." He snapped, his angry aura filling the room.
