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It makes me fucking furious that it’s directed at her.
Bastian lobs a shit-eating grin my way. It’s all veneers and violence. Fucker. I want to punch him just to knock those fake teeth into the back of his throat.
“I’m talking to a pretty girl; that’s what I’m doing. But I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Reese…?”
I can feel my blood boiling. “I don’t give a fuck who you talk to. But don’t talk to her.”
Bastian cocks his brow. His smirk deepens and he tips his head to the side. My stream of consciousness is just one endless curse and visions of blood. Condescending little fuck. You smug fucking limp-dicked douche bag, I’ll rip your tongue out of your skull and snap your neck like a matchstick, you fu?—
“I don’t see a name stamped anywhere on her. Feels like she’s fair game, dude.”
My nostrils flare. “My girl doesn’t need to be branded, motherfucker. She’s off-limits. To you and everyone else. But especially to you.”
Bastian and Olivia are surprised by the words that fly out of my mouth before I can stop myself. So am I. But now that I’ve said them, they’re real. Now that it’s out there, it’s the truth, and I’m not going back on it.
Bastian, when he recovers, bursts out laughing. “You don’t have girls, Reese. You have holes to?—”
I take a step toward Bastian. I’m going to put him into the fucking ground and make sure he knows that that’s where he needs to stay. More blood fills my mind’s eye.
Bastian turning swollen and blue as I rain fist after fist down on his sneering face.
Bastian crumbling, breaking beneath my knuckles.
Bastian begging for my mercy.
Bastian getting none of it.
Before I can get a hit in on him, Olivia is between us, one hand on my chest and the other on his.
“Enough!” she cries out. “This is stupid.”
Bastian chuckles. “What’s stupid is trying to get me to believe a manwhore like Reese would have a little girlfriend on the side. Especially when his dumb ass went and got himself benched.”
“Why don’t you fuck all the way off, Bastian?”
My voice comes sharp as I press against Olivia’s hand. To her credit, she manages to keep me at bay from him.
Seeing this, Bastian laughs. “Just calling it how it is, Reese. Guess I’ll leave you and your ‘girl’ alone now. Now that I think about it, it’s about time you got yourself a zookeeper.”
Then he struts walks off, cackling to himself. The sound lingers long after he’s disappeared from sight.
I resist the urge to follow him and pummel him into a bloodstain along the wall. Instead, my attention turns to Olivia.
Nostrils flared, I don’t even let her get a word in before I’ve got her by the arm. She stumbles with me as I pull her down the hall away from the locker room, and into a nearby unused office.
“Reese, what the?—”
I slam the door behind us and whirl around to face her. “What are you doing here, Olivia? Why the hell were you talking to Bastian?”
She throws me an indignant look. “I just came here to watch you play! He came up to me because I got lost while I was trying to leave.” She folds her arms across her chest. “Anyway, it’s my day off. So what does it matter?”
This is the most words we’ve spoken to each other since the dressing down she gave me. Her voice is as heated as the look in her eyes and I can’t help the lower belly heat that rises inside of me. The visions of tearing Bastian limb from limb fade away, to be replaced by visions of bending Olivia over that desk and?—
I shake my head to clear the images. “You shouldn’t be here. What if someone started asking questions, huh? No one’s supposed to find out about you, or why you know me!”
“You’re the one who made a scene to begin with! You’re the one who said in front of that guy that I was ‘your girl’! What do you think is going to happen now, huh?”
There’s a sadness in her yelling. I don’t want her to be sad. Not when I know it’s all my fucking fault.
