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It was like we were all outsiders looking in on their tight ass bond.
“Who does he think he is, putting on a show? Thinking he’s going to be famous, when we all know he’s going to end up performing at the nearest coffee shop for the rest of his pathetic life.” My glare shifted to meet Trigger’s eyes. “Wanna have some fun?”
“Pierce.” He slyly grinned at me. “You know I’m always down for a good time.”
“Well…” I cocked my head to the side. “If he wants to be the Greatest fuckin’ Showman, then let’s make it a reality for him today.”
Trigger arched an eyebrow, understanding my drift.
“Ten bucks for who can embarrass them the most?”
He nodded, smirking. “I never turn down a bet.”
Trigger wasn’t lying. That motherfucker never said no to anything the football team or I bet him to do. He was always up for a challenge.
The harder the bet, the more he wanted to show us up.
It triggered him. Hence, where he got his nickname.
He didn’t waver, beating me to the punch like I knew he would.
Clapping his hands together, he loudly announced, “Step right up, ladies and gents! No need to fear! Come see the dumbass pussy boy and his trained dancin’ monkey!”
Cash instantly stopped, making Harley whip around to face Trigger. The crowd fell into a fit of laugher, pointing at the dynamic duo.
Trigger didn’t miss a beat, staring only at them as he spun in a slow circle with his arms out in the air. “Only a two-dollar admission to the lamest show on earth!”
Harley bit out, “The only trained animal I see is you, Trigger.” Eyeing me, she added, “Jackson, call your lapdog before I give him a taste of what I’ve been feedin’ you all these years.”
I fired back, “What’s the matter, Gremlin? Can’t fight your own battles? Need a real guy to help you out? I don’t see your very best friend Cash moving a muscle to defend your honor.”
“Fuck off, Pierce! It’s you who needs protection from Harley. Better guard those balls, quarterback, we all know who owns ‘em.”
I growled, stepping toward him but Harley got in my face. “You know better than anyone, Jackson Pierce, I can and will fight my own battles. Especially when it comes to you. I just can’t believe YOU are still tryin’ to pick one with me! Cash and I are mindin’ our own business, and you two Neanderthals decide to stir shit up. What’s wrong with you?”
Everyone went quiet, too busy paying attention to every last word that flew out of our mouths.
“Nothing wrong with me, baby girl. I just know your daddy wouldn’t appreciate the way you’re dancing.”
“Ugh Jackson! Why do you gotta be so frustratin’? After everythin’ we been through!”
Clenching my jaw, I snarled, “Shut your mouth, Harley.”
No one knew what happened between us on the roof. We didn’t even talk about it.
In my mind, it never happened.
I didn’t give a shit what she assumed in her fairytale-filled little brain. We hated each other.
End. Of. Story.
She met my heated stare, spewing, “Or what?”
I scoffed out a chuckle, I couldn’t help it. “You want to play with me?” I held my phone up and threatened, “Don’t make me send this video of you dancing like you’re working a pole to your daddy.”
Her eyes widened. “What? You filmed me?”
