Page 11 of All of My Life

As soon as she left to put our orders in, I leaned my arms on the table. “How can you hate me so much, but absolutely love me when you’re cumming on my dick?”

Not missing a beat, she said, “I could ask you that same question.”

“I’m not the one that refused to be friends with you,” I reminded her.

Something in her eyes told me that I had hit a nerve. “We’re not friends, Chasin.”

“Then what the fuck are we?” I bit out. “Enemies with benefits?”

Jett shrugged casually. “If that’s a thing, then I guess so.”

Nothing was said as Michelle returned with our drinks, Pepsi for me and water for Jett. That was another thing that I had noticed about the infuriating girl sitting across from me; she always drank water. With the way that she ate, she had to be the healthiest teenager in Carver City, and for some reason, that bothered me. I didn’t want this girl to be good. I didn’t want to not deserve her.

Leaning back in my seat, I ignored her answer. “Why do you eat here every day?”

“The food is good,” she answered, stubbornly daring me to argue the fact.

“Every day?” I questioned. “And why the library? With the internet at our fingertips, you can easily do your schoolwork at home.”

“I like the library,” she lied. “It…it reminds me that there are real places outside social media.”

“How would you know?” I mocked. “You don’t have social media.”

Instead of answering, she said, “I don’t owe you an explanation of my life, Chasin. I get that you’re a Carver and the prince of this city, but I don’t owe you anything.”

I leaned back over the table. “That’s where you’re fucking wrong.”

Her prism-colored orbs narrowed. “How do you figure?”

“You owe me a fucking lifetime, baby,” I announced, not caring that the debt was unreasonable. However, I hadn’t dedicated my entire life to loving this fucking girl for her to run off and live happily ever after with some other asshole. “You owe me in a way that you can’t even fathom.”

Jett leaned in, mimicking my position. “I don’t owe you shit,” she spat. “If spreading my legs for you means anything, then it’s a miracle that you’re not already engaged a million times over.”

“Accuse me of cheating on you one more time, and I swear to God, I won’t be responsible for what happens next,” I snapped.

Jett’s eyes widened. “You can’t cheat on me if we’re not together, Chasin,” she bit back. “And we are most definitely not together.”

“Wrong again, baby,” I said, leaning back in the booth. “So, you better keep that in mind the next time some fucker wants to talk to you.”

She started shaking her head. “You’re out of your mind, Chasin. Do you realize that?”

“Since fucking kindergarten,” I shot back.

Before she could argue with me some more, Michelle was back with our food. “Here you go,” she said brightly. “A steak for the gentleman, and your favorite, Jett.”

Jett gave her another tight smile. “Thank you, Michelle.”

She looked nervously between us. “If you need anything else, please let me know.”

“Thank you,” I replied, eyeing Jett.

As soon as Michelle left us to eat our dinners, Jett grabbed her silverware, then started in on her meal. While it didn’t look as good as my steak, it did look like a lot of food for someone as petite as Jett was. Though I shouldn’t judge because I wouldn’t mind seeing a little bit more meat on her bones. It wasn’t that she was too skinny, so much as I just wanted to make sure that she was eating enough.

We ate in silence, and it actually felt nice. We weren’t at each other’s throats or living in the passion of some stolen moments. We were sharing a meal like we were more than what we’d been to each other all these years. It felt right, and if this was a glimpse of what life with Jett could be like, then there really was no way that I was going to let her go.

“What college did you get into?” I asked, knowing that her grades had probably given her the pick of the litter.

Her fork froze in mid-air, her eyes shooting my way. “What?”

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