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“Why?” Shifting my backpack to rebalance the weight of the heavy books, I wait for an answer. I didn’t know that. It’s not something I would have been able to look up online, but damn I don’t like it.
“I got into some stuff, beat a guy pretty fucking bad and Jack’s friends with both my uncle and the judge. He said he’d watch me and offered to ‘set me straight.’” He huffs a laugh but it’s obvious that Dean’s grateful for it.
“He sounds like a good guy.” I breathe out the words although I feel empty saying them.
“It’s a favor to my uncle. Not that I don’t appreciate it.”
He runs his fingers along his stubble as he looks up at the clock. He’s got another class to attend and we’re already taking too long in this empty room, but I have to ask. “Why’d you get into a fight with that other guy?”
“He was just getting a little too handsy.”
“With you?” I joke, but he doesn’t even smile.
There’s a hardness about Dean, just beneath his cocky and facetious exterior. “With this chick. I was drunk and so were they. Turns out she was his wife.”
“He was just flirting with his wife and you beat the shit out of him?” I say but again he doesn’t laugh.
“If flirting means grabbing her by the hair to pull her out of the bar, then yeah. Sure.”
“Why the hell did you get locked up then?” I ask him, feeling my heart drop at the image of what he’s describing playing in my head.
“She lied. She didn’t want her husband to go to jail.”
Sickness coils in my stomach. “I’m sorry.”
“Yo,” I hear someone call out and turn to see Daniel in the doorway.
He nods at Dean, his face cleanly shaven and his hair pushed back. “You got a minute?” he asks Dean and my heart hammers hard and fast, like I’ve just been caught in a lie.
Daniel doesn’t even look at me. It makes me wonder if he knows something he shouldn’t. Or if I’m maybe missing a piece to the puzzle.
“One sec,” Dean says quietly and then plants a kiss on my jaw before leaving me behind. It’s odd what one little kiss will do.
Knowing before he left, he had to leave me with one little kiss.
I just hope it’s not my last.
DEAN
Pissed off is something I’m used to.
Enraged, irate, resentful.
But none of them compare to how I feel right now.
“You can’t even really tell it’s her,” Daniel says and I don’t trust myself to answer just yet. I can’t even take my eyes away from the picture on the phone.
“You think she’ll be upset?” he asks me.
Do I think Allison is going to be upset that a picture of her riding my dick by the dumpsters at the diner is on the university’s social media accounts and it’s circulating like wildfire? Yes. Yes, I fucking do. You can’t identify me in the picture, but her? Clear as day. At least to me.
I grit my teeth and flex my jaw, looking over my shoulder and back at Allie.
“Yeah,” I answer him with one word as my heated blood pumps harder. “I fucked up,” I tell him, wiping a hand down my face. The anger is nothing compared to the feeling of knowing something I did is going to hurt her.
I fucking loved what I did to her in that moment.
And I know she loved it too.
