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“Not helping,” I said, gritting my teeth.
“Sorry,” she said hastily. “I don’t know what to say. Wow.”
I snorted. Yeah, I knew the feeling.
Dinner went well, considering my foul mood and the stupid, pointless questions Dad insisted on asking. Harry smirked at me from across the table. I narrowed my eyes and stabbed a piece of potato with my fork. What the fuck was up with him?
The forced conversation continued throughout the whole meal. It seemed a normal family dinner was out of the question whenever Harry and I were in the same room, and that seeped into everyone else as we sat around the table.
I pushed my food around on my plate; lost in my own messed up head, only half listening to the conversation going on around me. Harry was talking about the band. I looked up and glared at him when I heard Micah’s name.
“What did you say?”
“I said, I have a hot date tonight. With Micah,” he smirked. “I finally got her to agree to go out with me. She’s pretty hot, huh?”
I threw my napkin down and pushed my plate away. Turning to Mom, I forced an apologetic smile. “I’m not feeling that great. Do you mind if I go?” I said. My hands shook as I clenched my fists in my lap. If I didn’t get out of there right then, I was going to lose it.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to drive you home?” Harry asked, lifting his eyebrow. His eyes danced with amusement as my jaw clenched. I was going to beat the fucking shit out of him if he kept this up.
“I’m good, thanks.” I pushed my seat back and stormed outside. I hadn’t even reached the front door when I heard Harry call out to me. Turning around, I saw him holding my keys.
“You won’t get very far without these,” he said.
I snatched them from his hand and stalked outside.
“That’s how you say thanks?” he taunted, following me.
I laughed and turned around. “Walk away, Harry. I’m not in the mood for your childish bullshit right now, okay?”
“Fuck you, Sax. If anyone is acting like a spoiled child, it’s you. Believe it or not, the world doesn’t revolve around Saxon Waite.”
“I never said it did,” I roared, my face inches from his. “You’re a fuckhead, Harry. You have no idea about anything, and one day that big mouth of yours is going to land you in some serious shit.” I laughed and shook my head. “Why am I even listening to your shit?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Go. I’ll say hi to Micah for you.”
That was it. The mention of her name was the only encouragement I needed. I took a swing, my fist connecting with his face. He lunged at me, and we fell to the ground. Pain shot through me as he punched me, but for every one he laid into me, I got two into him.
“Harry, get off him!”
Dad and Dan pulled him off me.
I wiped my lip as I struggled to catch my breath. “You’re a worthless piece of shit,” I muttered, jumping to my feet. I stalked over to my bike and jumped on, turning over the engine. With a glance back to the house, I pushed on my helmet and sped off.
One thing I could say about our family dinners: they were never boring.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Micah
Dee looked at me as I shimmied into a tight black dress. “Perfect. Very sexy. If Sax saw you in that dress…what?” she said when I glared at her. “I’m just saying.”
A car horn beeped outside. We both rushed out of my room. Nelson looked up from his computer, his gaze settling on Dee.
“Hi, Nelson,” she said sweetly.
I shook my head and laughed as he stammered back a reply. She was always teasing him like that. We walked outside and crossed the road where Harry was waiting for us in his car.
“I wonder if he thinks about me when he’s whacking off.”
