Page 75 of Twisted Minds

He shakes his head. “Not under these conditions, but check back after a shower. I am kind of horny, actually.” I gag. Jamie is the closest thing I have to a brother, and no fucking thank you. We kissed once when we were in high school, and that was more than enough for me. “I am actually thinking of downloading an app or something. It’s been a bit.”

Okay, so really high then. I’ll play along. “Guy or girl?”

“I don’t know. Never been with a guy, really. Just kissing here and there. I do miss boobs, though. Boobs are the best. I don’t know what it feels like to a suck a guy’s cock. That sounds hot too. But I don’t know if cum would taste good. Does it? Not saying I wouldn’t try it. I’ve never tasted my own. Maybe Ishould before I do it. Oh! Maybe both. Guy and a girl. At the same time. Both . . . both is good.”

Jesus Christ. “What did you do for Brianna?”

“She got me something strong for being a good boy and taking my medication all week, and I quote, ‘not giving Xavi a fucking migraine even once.’” He smiles. “I also paid her double so she could buy this makeup palette Xavi said she’s been eyeing.” I’m sure Jamie would have just bought it for her outright, but Bri doesn’t do handouts. “Please shower, so I can get my sense of smell back.”

“I hate you. Really, I do.”

Out of the shower, I refuse to tell the asshole I live with I feel better. Fuck him very much. I’ve been dealing with his shit for months, yet I have one mental breakdown and it’s a problem.

“Here.” I look over at the eggs and home fries as Jamie grabs sriracha and drowns his bowl. Taking a fork, I look at what else is in here. Bacon and peppers . . . alright. My stomach growls. I’m hungrier than I thought. “What’s going on?”

Whatever. I’ll tell him if it gets him to stop asking me. “Mark and I broke up.”

Jamie chokes. “What?”

“Can you not.” Jamie punches his chest, coughing, then grabs his drink and takes a swig.

“Just didn’t see that coming is all. You said the screecher was here to stay. I’m shocked the plaster didn’t crack down the middle.”

Although it hurts to think about, I laugh. Yeah, Mark is loud, responsive, and so fucking sensitive. I love it.

Or at least, I did. No, as much as I don’t want to, I still do.

I love a lot of things about him. The way he turns so mouthy and needy in bed. The sweet way he clings to me. How fucking ruthless he is while playing video games, and the nerdy way he explains the mechanics of them. Not that I understand a word he says, but I love to watch how animated he gets talking about them. Mark is sweet and shy, and I find it adorable. He’s very insecure, but I love telling him all the things I love about him. I love it all, but more than that, I hate how much I still love him. “He used me. I thought he loved me, but no. He used me.”

“Used you for what?” He snorts.

I want him to stop talking, stop prodding, but haven’t I tried to do the same with him over the last year? I ask about him because I know it feels better to confide in someone. Shoving a spoonful of food into my mouth, it turns to cement. My appetite is gone. “He was dared to date me. Or blackmailed into it, I don’t really know.”

“How so?”

“Some shit with that ex of Jane’s.”

Jamie’s eyes turn dreamy. “Jane. One of these days man.”

“She would eat you up and spit out your bone-cleaned carcass.”

“And I’d enjoy every glorious second.”

Shaking my head, I finish eating. Jamie is too far gone to make any sense right now. I knew he had a huge crush on Jane, but then again, so do a lot of men . . . and women. “I have horrible judgment.” I finish eating. “With boyfriends and friends, it seems.”

“He was dared to date you? That’s it?”

“That’s it? That’s enough.”

Jamie sets his spoon down. “I mean, I get he did that, but I don’t think it ended up that way.”

“What?”

He sighs. “I don’t know. Don’t make me get gross on you.”

“Get gross, right fucking now! What are you talking about?”

Jamie shrugs. “Just the way he is when he’s here. He looks at your annoying ass like you hung the moon or some shit. I mean, he could be faking it I guess, but it’s hard to fake something like that when it’s real. It’s hard to fake it when you think no one’s watching. Maybe he’s a scared piece of shit, but I don’t think he has zero feelings.”

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