Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Again, he makes me wait for a response, like he’s edging me in some weird way. “You sound like you want me to be watching you.”
I shrug. “I want everyone to be watching me.”
“Of course you do.”
“Does that bother you?”
He watches me again, eyes narrowed and studying, like he’s solving some equation in his head. “Nothing you do matters to me.” He refills his cup and leaves the kitchen.
Well, that didn’t go as I thought it would. Not that I had any idea how it would go to begin with, but he’s always finding a way to walk away and continuing being an asshole.
I down my water bottle, then return to the two guys I left behind. I’m surprised when only one of them is there, but he beams at me when I step back up to him.
“Where’s…” Fuck. I don’t know their names. Hell, I don’t even know the extent of their relationship. I was calling them partners, but I don’t know if that’s true.
“He’ll be back,” Backward Cap says.
I glance around for the one in the tank top, but he’s nowhere in sight. Backward Cap puts his arms around me, pulling me close, and my body falls into place, automatically starting to dance with him.
Did Tank Top bail? Do I care? A threesome sounds really fun tonight, but I’m also annoyed at Miles again when he has no right taking up space in my head.
Why can’t I handle someone not liking me?
“You down for some fun?” Backward Cap asks.
Really, it’s exactly what I need—to get under a guy or two. “I already told you both I’m a sure thing.” I lean closer to his ear. “And a very, very good thing. Why don’t you call your friend back, and we can—”
“Dude. What the fuck? Why are you touching my boyfriend?”
The guy, whoever he is, sounds incensed, but I ignore the drama, not realizing I’m the one being addressed, until I see the look on Backward Cap’s face. He immediately lets go, pulling away. “We were just dancing,” he says.
Um…what the fuck is going on here?
“Why are you dancing with my boyfriend?” the guy asks me again, but how is this my fault?
“Shouldn’t you be asking why your boyfriend is dancing with me?” I turn to Backward Cap. “And I thought Tank Top was your boyfriend.”
“Who the fuck is Tank Top?” the new guy asks. “Is it Phil? I swear to fucking God, if you were with Phil again…”
People are starting to pay attention, the two guys yelling at each other now—the first denying he was going to hook up with me, and apparently he didn’t know our secret third from earlier…? Either way, it’s a mess.
“I’ll let you two sort this out.” I try to slip away, but a hand clamps down on my shoulder.
“No, fuck that. Who the fuck are you, and why were you rubbing all up on my man?”
Oh boy. This won’t end well. I can feel it.
I’m a peaceful person. I just wanted to consensually hook up with a random guy or two, and now I’m stuck in the middle of this.
“I don’t want him. He’s all yours.” I try to pull away, but he won’t let go of me. I get why he’s pissed. I would be too, but I’m not the person he should be taking his anger out on. Just as I’m about to open my mouth to tell him to get the fuck off me, someone shoves the guy, his hold on me releasing.
“Maybe you should consider keeping your hands to yourself.” Miles is standing there, chest puffed out, breaths coming out fast and harsh.
“Maybe you should mind your own business,” Scary Boyfriend says and swings, Miles taking a punch to the face.
Miles lunges at him, getting in a punch of his own, everyone now crowding around us. Backward Cap, who is apparently also Cheater Boyfriend grabs his man, trying to drag him away. The music cuts off, the cheers and taunts ringing louder in the sudden quiet. All gazes are firmly on Miles, as if he’s to blame simply because of who he is.
“What the hell did you do this time?” Keegan asks.
“Fuck you,” Miles spits out, one quick glance at me, blood dripping from his lip, before he pushes through the crowd and walks away.
“It wasn’t his fault,” I tell Keegan.
Miles was protecting me. Again.
What the fuck is up with this guy? I feel like I keep getting whiplash around him, and somehow, he has me craving more.
“It wasn’t his fault,” I say again, and go after him.
5
Miles
I’m a fucking masochist.
When I blew Dax off, I should have gone straight to the other side of the house. Then I never would have heard his interaction with those assholes. I never would have seen the way that guy was moving toward him, ready for a fight. And I definitely wouldn’t have taken a punch for the guy, which is really fucking stinging right now as I beat it from Alpha Theta Mu. Probably gonna get banned again, but fuck if I care.