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Or whoever she goes to.
“You’ll really sleep with other women?” There’s hurt in her tone, a brokenness that fucking guts me.
“We’re not in a relationship, Nicole. This is called fucking. No strings attached. Google it.”
“I won’t let you touch me then. Go to your side pieces for your erection problems.”
“Why the fuck are you being dramatic?”
“So asking for basic human decency is called dramatic now? Fine, I’m a drama queen then. You might want to rub one out, because my mouth won’t be touching that dick.”
And then she storms to Jayden’s room, leaving me there, hard with both rage and the need to strangle the fuck out of her.
Now, I have to reacquaint my dick with my hand and hope their love-hate affair will hold up for some time.
For the rest of the day, Nicole ignores me. Flat out. Like she’s the queen and I’m a pageboy at her disposal.
It’s one of her loathsome traits that I’ve hated since we were young. She has this tendency of making those surrounding her feel like less than fucking dirt.
During dinner, Jayden, my only ally aside from a fickle Lolli, asks, “How did you guys meet?”
Nicole stares at her brother, then at me. “We went to the same school.”
“That wasn’t the official meeting. We didn’t even talk at school.” I sip the soup, half amazed that I can talk while eating, half tempted to throw it all up.
“When did you start to talk then?” Jayden asks.
“When I saved her from an allergic reaction. She would’ve died if it weren’t for me.”
“That’s not true,” Nicole says.
“Want to call the doctor? You were asphyxiating.”
Jayden’s eyes widen. “Because of peaches?”
“That’s right, mate. Your sister knew she was allergic to them but still stole them and hid to eat them.”
“I didn’t use to have that strong of an allergic reaction,” she grumbles around a bite of food. “I’ve never eaten peaches since that day.”
“You just suck on those lollipops instead and slap the color anywhere physically possible.”
“I do not.”
“Your phone case is peach-colored.”
“It was the only one available.”
“Your Post-it Notes are also peach-colored.”
“Coincidence.”
“Debatable.”
Jayden stares between us half oblivious, half curious about the tension that’s about to catch flames. “Did you become close after that?”
I snort, “Not after she ratted me out as the culprit who gave her the peaches.”
“I never said that,” she blurts. “Mum and Aunt Nora deduced it on their own.”
