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It'd been obvious. We were in a fake relationship, and he’d decide to eat his cake on top of having it. Literally.
And you thought he had feelings for you.
He’d been a good actor and an excellent liar.
And my chest stung.
Bru was right that I didn’t have to get played this time. Not if I didn’t want to. I could have consensual sex with Wolf if that was what I wanted. I could because I liked having sex with him, and it didn’t have to mean anything. It could be no strings attached. No ties.
No love.
“Fawn?”
Bru tugged me out of thoughts that were getting too deep, his frown heavy. He opened his mouth, but instead decided to close it.
“Was just going to say whatever you do, it should be what you want,” he said, nodding. He smiled a little. “You should have that. You deserve it.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Ares
“Seriously, bro. Can you fix your attitude shit? You’re literally sucking the energy out of the room.”
I turned my head on the window seat. Thatcher was killing shit on the wall-sized TV in his and Wells’s room. All of these rooms had TVs, but he’d brought the PlayStation up here after I’d ripped it out of the wall downstairs.
I supposed he thought he could protect it a little, which was funny. Currently, Thatch sat next to Wells, who had a popcorn bowl in his lap. Both had game controllers, but only Thatcher was talking shit to me while they played. I frowned. “The fuck you going on about?”
“Just what I said. Your energy is all fucked.” Thatcher jerked right, then left. They looked like they were playing some kind of first-person shooter. Thatch frowned. “You’re staring out the window like some sad-ass puppy.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but then Wells nodded. He shoved his hand into a bowl of popcorn the moms made last night. It was cinnamon flavored or something. Wells chomped kernels. “For real, and it’s legit killing both our vibes.”
The fuck did I care about their vibes? Taking the pillow from beneath my head, I tossed it at them both and immediately regretted it. The first reason was because I missed when they dodged, and all the labor got me was them both flipping me off. The second was because I was now without a fucking pillow when it’d taken me the better part of an hour to get comfortable on this fucking seat made for normal-sized people.
Growling, I attempted to alleviate the problem when I tugged my hoodie off, leaving my T-shirt on. I balled it up and shoved it under my head, but even still, it wasn’t doing the job of the pillow. I had my legs up on the wall to straighten out my back on the seat.
“Bro’s mad because we’re speaking facts,” Thatch continued. He was on his back too, thumbs flicking the controller on his bag-ass chest. He smirked. “And you do look like a puppy. A sad-ass, pathetic-ass puppy.”
“Fuck you,” I seethed, this dude fucking lucky I wasn’t trying to do anything to mess with my back. I’d worked it to hell three days ago, and it’d been temperamental every day since.
Since the day you fucked up…
I had fucked up. I’d fucked up so bad, but I just couldn’t help it.
She’d been so soft.
Red’s taste I hadn’t forgotten. I couldn’t forget that shit even with a lobotomy. But the body did have a way of forgetting, self-compartmentalizing. If it didn’t, I would have fucked Red days ago when I’d seen her in those jeans and that fucking top that made her tits look like literal heaven.
And her smell.
So fucking soft, so floral. That shit messed me up so bad. I got fucking crazy, and I’d over-extended myself in the woods. I had to get in as deep and as hard as I could with her beneath me.
But then she’d started crying.
That was what made me stare out the window. That was what tightened my fucking chest and made it hard to breathe these past few days. I hadn’t left this room despite it being Thatcher and Wells’s space. I was basically sleeping in here since Dorian and Sloane took every available opportunity to fuck in my room. They had to be discreet about it with the parents being around, and since D and I shared a room, that was their hook-up spot. When they weren’t doing that, they were just hanging out in there. Usually Bow would be in there too hanging with them, but one person that wasn’t was me.
My sister was still mad at me, and I felt like I hadn’t seen Dorian in days because of that. She’d been very obvious about not wanting to share space with me, and since she didn’t, Dorian got put between a rock and a hard place. I wasn’t his favorite person either considering all the drama in the past few days, but we were still boys. With Sloane being mad, though, he essentially had to choose between her and me, which meant there wasn’t any choice. He was with her, and I was stuck with Thatcher’s and Wells’s asses. I loved my buddies, but they could be annoying as shit in large doses. They didn’t let up with their ragging, and that shit got old.
I sighed, in my fucking feelings, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t known what to say to Red, so I stayed the fuck in here. I didn’t want to hurt her anymore.
