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Fucking Wells.
Normally, my friend wasn’t this much of an asshole. Actually, he was very much that much of an asshole, and normally, I was right there with him.
But this was different.
This was Snowflake and him continuing to come at her like this wasn’t fucking cool. I lost Aspen somewhere between the Chick-fil-A and Chipotle store fronts in the student union. The place was fucking crowded, and she’d obviously been determined to get away.
I growled, fucking livid. I doubled back to our table. I’d left my things there, and even my fucking cell phone. I noticed her security’s table was empty on my way back, though. Phil usually sat nearby, but never with us. He wanted access to Snowflake, but also gave her the space she needed.
I wished that calmed me down a little more. That she at least wasn’t alone, but I had just as much fire as when I left.
Especially when I saw my friend still sitting there.
Wells started to stand up when I got back, but he went right back down the minute I swung.
I didn’t fucking miss.
My sister—hell, all the girls at our tables—shrieked when the punch landed, and I’d given them a good reason. I was wearing my gorilla ring below my knuckle, and an ocean spray of blood flew from Wells’s big-ass mouth.
“What the fuck!” he bit out from the floor. He touched his bloody lip. Like stated, that shit landed. My ring was also big and chunky, so that shit did some good fucking damage.
I never thought I’d lay my friend out like this, but he’d taken shit too far.
Wells snapped up on his feet, quick. A small crowd had gathered in the student union, but the moment Dorian yelled at everyone to go back to what they were doing, they headed back toward their tables. My friends and I had a lot of power on this campus, but even with Dorian’s yelling, everyone was still looking this way.
Wolf got up then, eyeing the room, and that look got everyone looking back at their salads and shit. Wells started to come at me, but Bru (Wolf and Sloane’s brother) got between us. He was a big ol’ boy, but he still didn’t have shit on me. Bru studied us both. “Hey, you guys. Don’t do this fucking here.”
“Nah, let them handle their shit,” Dorian directed, I think surprising both Wells and me. The girls all had their hands up. They all covered their mouths, and my sister appeared horrified. She started to approach us, but Sloane touched her shoulder.
“They should deal with this on their own,” she urged, both Dorian and Sloane the two leaders in our group. It made sense they were together on this. Especially because they were together. She glared at Wells. “And that was low. Even for you.”
It was low what he’d said to Snowflake, and that wasn’t in my head. Everyone knew about that concert and how Aspen had been threatened. It’d been news, and it was everywhere whether someone followed her music or not.
Wells had taken things too fucking far, and rather than talk to his ass, I gathered my things. I made my point with his bloody fucking lip, and even after our friends left, I didn’t talk to him.
“Thatch—”
“Fuck you.” I swung around. Okay, maybe I did have some things to fucking say to him. I shot a finger at him. “Don’t talk to me. I ain’t ready for it.”
His mouth would see my ring again if he said the wrong thing. He gripped the back of a chair. His mouth still bled in the corner. I guess I hadn’t busted his lip after all.
What a shame.
I started to go, but he cut me off. A noise rumbled in my chest. “Move.”
“No.”
The alternative was his ass on the floor again, but when I approached, he lifted his hands. He shook his head. “I wasn’t trying to be a dick.”
Well, he had a shit fucking way of showing that.
He wet his lips. “I wasn’t, and I probably shouldn’t have said that to her.”
“Really?” The sarcasm dripped from my voice, venomous, lethal. My eyes narrowed. “You have no reason to have a vendetta against her.”
“I don’t.”
“Then what the fuck was that shit?” We were getting a crowd again, and I sneered at the room. “The fuck’s everyone looking at? The show’s over.”
