Page 12 of Gabriel's Salvation

I place her down on the floor, step in front of her, and am ready to knock this asshole out. Before I get the chance, Stacey steps around me and swings her fist connecting straight with his nose. Blood starts gushing out everywhere. Damn, this girl’s got some serious fire.

“Takes one to know one, Justin.”

“We're leaving. Go get your shit.” I snap, keeping my glare on this douchebag.

I walk her to the back yard and wait while she throws her stuff into her bag. Everyone else either glares in our direction or suddenly decides that the floor is the most interesting thing they've ever seen. So interesting in fact, they can't tear their eyes away from it.

Either way, I stand with arms folded, glaring and warning them with my eyes so they know that I am ready to throw fists at anyone who dares even breathe in our direction.

“Ready?” she asks as she slides her hand around me.

“Oh, and one more thing, Justin, you've got the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen, and I had to fake it every single time. Enjoy my sloppy seconds, Jess.“

The gasps and strained chuckles are just barely heard over the sound of my heart beating a mile a minute in my chest. The anger washes through my veins. How dare they?

I turn briefly to look at Jack and a few of the other guys who also have a shit-eating grin on their faces. None of them question me leaving; they wouldn't dare.

Realizing she's walking too goddamn slow in those stupid plastic sandals, I throw her over my shoulder, smack her on her ass, walk us down the path and then plonk her onto the back of my bike.

I hand her my leather jacket since swimwear isn't exactly a great mix on a motorcycle and then climb in front of her.

“Hold on tight, and lean when I do,” I say as I grab her hands and loop them around my waist.

I rev the engine and take off leaving the rest of the party in smoke.

“So, where shall I take you?” I shout so she can hear me. But I get no reply back.

“Where do you want to go?” I ask, giving her leg a little squeeze to get her attention. But instead of any words, all I hear is a loud sob.

Shit! Is she crying?

I drive her to the only place I can think of that’s close by. A dirt road at the top of a tall hill. It’s mostly used as a make out place because it has great views. But it's the only place that comes to my mind.

As soon as I stop the bike, I turn to look at her and it's clear she's been crying. A lot.

“Did I scare you? On the bike?” I ask in confusion as I climb off the bike.

“No, I really liked it, actually.” she sniffles, climbing off herself.

“Did I hurt you? Was it too rough? Was the bike too hot on your bare legs?”

“No,” she sniffles again, but this time there's a sad smile as well.

“Then why are you crying?”

“Well. I just walked in on my boyfriend with my best friend,” she says, this time a loud but angry sob escapes her lips.

“Wait, you're crying because of HIM? The asshole who was screwing your friend?” Surely not. That makes no sense.

Why would a girl as smoking hot as her be crying over some pathetic pencil dick cheater? She walked in on him fucking her friend for god sake. So why would she be crying? Girls are weird.

“Well, yeah,” she says this time, sounding a little unsure of herself and averting her eyes.

“Why? Does he give you mind blowing orgasms or something?”

“No, he's pretty shit and selfish in bed actually. I wasn't lying when I said I have to fake it,” she laughs, wiping away her tears. “He's literally this big,” she laughs harder using her fingers to describe what can't be more than about a few inches. “And well, his finger skills leave a lot to the imagination; he might as well be rooting for loose change.”

“So why the fuck do you even care then?”

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