"He's got a lot of muscle under there."
"Did you hear anything from Saige?" I ask.
"No, but they're at a party somewhere. I saw it on Kira's stories."
"Yeah, I saw that, too."
He frowns. "Maybe her phone is dead."
I shrug. "Yeah, maybe."
He thinks that's why she isn't texting him back. It still hasn't occurred to him that she really just doesn't want to talk to him.
I don't think Dax has ever been dumped, come to think of it. His projects typically last a month or so before he tosses them aside and acts like nothing happened.
If Saige's resolve is stronger than their trauma bond, it'll be interesting to watch it unfold. I don't think for a second that he's emotionally invested, but it would damage his ego, and I doubt he'd just let that slide.
I've seen Dax angry. It isn't pretty.
"You didn't say something to her about me, did you?"
Not exactly. Not today, anyway.
"Recently?" I shrug again, feigning confusion. "I barely spoke to Saige today. She said something stupid to me about hockey after class, and I might have…I don't know…threatened her, I guess, but that's it."
That's not exactly it. I shoved my fingers into her mouth and almost came in my fucking pants again imagining her deep throating my cock with that terrified look on her face. I ran to the bathroom, pumped my dick in my hand, and then came all over the fucking place.
Dax raises an eyebrow. "What aboutnotrecently?"
I don't make a habit of lying to my friends, but what I say next isn't exactly the truth. "I mean, yeah, I made fun of her a little bit."
"Made fun of her how? Why'd you make fun of her?"
"Because…she thinks you're her boyfriend. I'm pretty sure she thinks you're a throuple or something." I laugh a little, but Dax doesn't. "I mean, she's on trauma-brain, so it's not like you can really blame her. I'm sure if she were thinking clearly, she would know better, but…it is kind of amusing."
"Yeah. It's fucking hilarious," he says flatly.
"She thinks you're taking her to Paris."
"I think you should get out of my room."
"Dude, what's the big deal? It's not like you actually like Saige."
"Well,Brutus, it's the fucking sabotage for me."
"You're not seriously mad, are you?"
"Yeah, I'm mad," he says. "And I'm too fucking drunk to have this conversation with you right now. So, get out of my fucking room."
I throw my hands up. "All right. Fine."
"Close the door behind you."
I close the door and try to laugh off the interaction, but I don't feel great about it. Dax and I have been friends for about a decade, and we only fought once—we were fourteen, and we didn't speak for an entire summer.
But this isn't a fight. He's just annoyed. If Saige does grow a fucking spine, he'll get over it and be onto the next before she can even blink.
It wouldn't surprise me if he's already got his next target in sight. That's kind of how he operates.
