“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 fuckingmasochist.
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.
Mixed with the pain in my jaw and knuckles is the burning question: why do I keep getting involved in Dax’s life? I don’t even know the guy. Not really. Although, maybe I know more than I should.
It’s not something I have much time to consider before I hear, “Hey!”
Dammit.
I dig into my pocket and fish out the joint I was planning to enjoy later tonight, but I’d love to be high right about now. I keep walking, hoping Dax will leave me alone, but I’ve learned that’s not his thing.
He jogs up beside me, then walks at my pace. “You gonna tell me what the hell that was about back there?”
I light up, taking a drag. It’s a good way to buy me time to come up with some excuse. Any minute now. I enjoy thesensation of the smoke filling my lungs before pushing it out. The fall breeze shoves it right back against my face.
“Miles…” he presses.
Hearing my name on his lips really grates on my nerves.
“Didn’t think a guy like you needed to run around snatching people’s boyfriends,” I snap.
“That’s not what was happening.”
“I fucking know. I heard the whole damn thing.”
He flinches.
Oh. That was a dumb thing to say.
