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It takes all my willpower to turn the thing off and shove it in my bag.
Out of sight, hopefully out of mind.
“I think my brother and your sister might be in love.”
Copying Aaron, I grimace at the couple suddenly sucking face across from me. “She’s not my sister.”
“Oh?” Aaron’s brows rise, his expression genuinely surprised. “You look alike.”
A snort escapes me. “Because we're both blonde?”
My new friend’s expression is nothing short of guilty. “Maybe.”
* * *
I'm fucking freezing.
Shivering outside the bar, my thin denim jacket does fuck all to ward off the cold seeping through the holes in my jeans. I could've gotten a ride with Pen and her new beau, but I wasn't willing to subject myself to any more of their fondling. Aaron offered to wait with me but I waved him off since my Uber was ten minutes away.
An inadvertent lie,wasbeing the operative word. Twenty minutes later, my driver is in the exact same spot. A few more and I let out a huff of frustration when he cancels out of nowhere.
Cursing loudly, I turn on my heel with the intention of hiding inside while seeking a new ride but a voice more chilling than the wind stops me.
“Having trouble, princess?”
A scowl freezes my face before I even lay eyes on my least favorite asshole. His name tastes like battery acid as I spit it out, “Dylan.”
“Miss me?”
“Like a hole in the head,” I reply with false sweetness but complete sincerity. Ignoring his beady, leery gaze as best I can, I shuffle toward the bar door, the handful of words I’ve wasted on him already too much for my liking.
“Hey, now.” He steps in my way. “We're not done here.”
“Yes, we are.”
He tries to grab me but I see it coming, quickly stepping out of his reach. I know the damage those ugly hands can do, and I'll avoid them at all costs. Even if avoidance earns me anger, snark turning to cruelty as he snarls at me threateningly. “You ruined my relationship.”
“You did that all on your own, dipshit.”
Unsurprisingly, Dylan’s skull is too thick for logic to pierce. “I was good to her and you turned her against me.”
Yeah. Because being good to someone always includes cheating and abuse. “You're fucking delusional.”
Dylan advances and I’m forced to retreat but I don’t back down. I remain straight-backed and glaring because guys like Dylan get a kick of making others feel weak. Like they're less than them. Like he did to Amelia.
His expression shifts again, going from vicious to lewd as he clicks his tongue in annoyance, eyes perusing me slowly. Nausea coils in my stomach, disgusting and dirty, and I tug my jacket tighter around me, hating that there’s a man alive who makes me wish I hadn’t dressed so revealing.
“Does it ever get boring?” Dylan slurs. “Acting all high and fucking mighty like you're not just a worthless slut who throws herself at anything with a pulse?”
It’s not the words themselves that hurt, it never is. It’s the intent. The aim to hurt me. The implication that I’m doing something wrong, that I’m somehow less. But punch to the gut they may be, I don’t react to his crude words because I know that’s what he wants. I won’t give him the satisfaction so I ignore the sting of the too-easy slander people are so quick to throw at me in a verbal brawl simply because I’m a woman who chooses to live however the fuck she wants.
He means nothing to me therefore his insults mean nothing to me.
Unfortunately, my lack of a reaction only seems to rile him up. His tone becomes more bitter, harsher, lewder, and his expression matches. “You know, I really try not to take it personally that I'm the only guy on campus you haven't fucked yet.”
I balk.
Yet.
