Page 44 of Diem

Friday night, I join Jaxon at one of the parties I fucking hate, bored out of my skull and annoyed by Jaxon’s wandering hands. Besides without Hailey or Diem here, the deception is pointless, and I’m contemplating taking off.

“C’mon, baby, let's go in the bedroom,” Jaxon slurs, tugging on my hand.

“No,” I mutter, pushing against his shoulder.

“C’mon, Maeve. You wanna get back at Hailey. We have to at least pretend to fuck.”

Sighing, I give in and follow him into an empty bedroom down the hall, watching with frustration as he closes the door behind him and looks me over with hooded eyes.

This whole thing was probably a bad idea. I mean, Hailey wants Diem, not Jaxon and she doesn't care, nor does Diem. He doesn’t fucking care either.

I’ve been fucked and forgotten and I’m just wasting my time.

Spinning back to Jaxon, I ask curiously, “Why do you keep going back to Hailey when she’s clearly stuck on Diem?”

With a suggestive wink, he laughs and sneers, “She’s a freak in bed.”

“Uh, what?” Hailey? She’s got a stick so far up her ass, I can’t really imagine but also—gross.

“Yeah, likes it rough.”

“Wow. Okay,” I mutter, wishing I hadn’t asked the fucking question. “What about Diem? What’s the deal with that? I mean, you guys fight all the time.”

Shrugging, he walks toward me with a heated smile and brushes a strand of hair off my cheek. I pull away with a shiver, rolling my eyes when he grins. He actually thinks I’m turned on. Lord, but these dicks are completely oblivious.

“Well?” I demand.

“Aw, c’mon, Maeve,” he says, tickling my arm.

Pushing him off, I raise an expectant brow, and he sighs, “Some chick, freshman year. We got in a fight.”

“Over her?” I ask, my stomach clenching.

“Sort of,” he says with a frown. “He wanted me to back off, but the bitch was as hot and heavy as me.”

“Wait. What?” I whisper. “What do you mean? You forced her?

“No! Don't be stupid,” he says sullenly. “She was begging me for dick. Diem just couldn’t stay the fuck out of it.”

Holy shit. This guy is a supreme fucking asshole. I mean, I knew he was, but…

“Who was she?” I ask curiously.

“That blonde chick with the pink hair,” he says, wrapping his arm around my back and pulling me closer.

What? Dixie? Fuck. I hope Diem got there in time, I think, with a pulse of pain for my tiny friend.

With crawling skin, I step back and ask, “Did she say no, Jaxon?”

“Of course not. We were having a good time.”

“Right. I’m going.”

“What’s the rush?” he asks, pulling me around with a smarmy smile.

“Back off, Jaxon,” I warn. “I’m not interested.”

“Aw, baby, c’mon. It could be good between us. I can get some of the guys to come in too, you know if you like it that way,” he says, licking his lips.

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