Hayden fucked up his designer jeans
Okay
Parker
You’ll owe me
Okay
Parker
Stop replying just okay
I’m not doing your laundry
Parker
Let me borrow those leather Chucks, the ones with the roses on the soles.
WHAT THE FUCK WHY
Parker
They go with an outfit of mine. Let me. Then we’ll have a deal.
Fine
Do not fuck the mark. He’s mine.
Parker
Oh?
Stop saying oh
Parker
Oh??????????????
Fuck off
I’mirritated all through class. Irritated at Reid, irritated at Parker, irritated at Hayden for not having another mark for us. I want to finallydosomething important in one of our goddamn missions. I want to be more than just the hot tall guy covered in tattoos that either causes a distraction or seduces someone. I was brought on to the teambecause I can hack without a single trace, but no, Hayden always does the hacking because he has the inability to delegate. Also, I’m pretty sure Hayden thinks we’re all stupid, but most of all, me.
Which is ridiculous. If we’re basing intelligence solely off of looks, then Hayden, Mr. Frat Guy Looks, would be the stupidest. But he’s just a control freak and relegates me to the bottom of the barrel so I can never get any of the glory.
I get paid the same as them, so I don’t know why I care so much.
Whatever.
Once my classes are over, I’m still irritated, and doubly so when it’s warm enough outside that I have to carry my jacket instead of wearing it. So now my backpack is slung over one shoulder, phone in hand, and jacket draped over one arm. That nagging feeling of being watched is gone which hopefully means Reid is back at his house, instead of following me around. Not that I minded being followed, I just can’t protect him if he’s the one watching me.
Parker is waiting for me when I enter the house. “Give me the shoes.”
Ignoramus. I punch him in the stomach and continue to walk into the kitchen. I’m starving. Parker limps behind me, and when I turn around, he’s clutching at his stomach in agony.
“You are such a dick. You didn’t have to use full force.”
“That was half force.”
