Page 9 of The Heavier The Chains…
Lars’ brows furrowed. “Yeah,” he chimed in. “What the fuck was up with you during second? You looked like a Friday night before a fight, dude.”
I wasn’t sure if I was going to sound like a pussy or an asshole because how do you explain something like this? I wasn’t a fucking girl. I didn’t gossip or talk about girls. I didn’t doodle girls’ names on my notebook and fantasize out my future wedding. Hell, I wasn’t even sure of what I was feeling to even explain it to Lars and Hunter. I just knew she made me…feel.
Without looking up from my tray of food, I asked, “Have either of you met the new girl yet?”
Lars let out a low whistle, and I felt the hairs on the back of neck stand up. “Are you talking about that fine piece of ass wearing that white button-up?”
Hunter groaned. “Why do chicks do that shit? Females in men’s button-ups should be fucking outlawed. And then people wonder what makes men stupid,” he grumbled.
“I haven’t had her in any classes yet, but I did pass her between third and fourth period, and fuck me running,” Lars breathed out. “Talk about fucking hot.”
I hadn’t meant to.
I hadn’t meant to stand up and stare down one of my best friends in the world; a guy who has stood by me through all the ugly in my life.
I hadn’t meant to.
Lars took one look at my face, leaned back, and threw his hands up in surrender. “Whoa, Talon,” he said, tapping his hands in a lowering motion. “Calm the fuck down, dude.” He glanced over at Hunter. “I was just saying, is all…”
Hunter’s voice called my attention. “What’s up, Tal?”
I took a deep breath and sat back down.
This was fucked.
Iwas fucked.
My eyes darted back and forth between my two friends as I started explaining how I’d lost my goddamn mind this morning. “She ran into me on my way to second period, like, literally, ran into me,” I told them, “and, uh, we exchanged a few words.”
Hunter arched a brow. “Exchanged a few words?”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Lars asked.
I took another deep breath then proceeded to retell the sweet story of how we met earlier. When I was finished, Lars looked shell-shocked, as Hunter leaned forward and asked, “What the fuck, Tal?”
I shook my head, lunch ignored. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But what I do know is…she brings out some deep, dark hate along with a hard dick when I think about her.”
“Okay,” Lars chimed in, “I’m not caring what you got going on with your dick, so you can leave that shit to yourself.” Hunter laughed, and I just snorted. “Now, more importantly, is she the enemy or do we embrace her like one of the Musketeers?”
Hunter rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot,” he laughed before looking over at me. “So, how do we play this out, Tal?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Honestly, I don’t know,” I confessed. “I have no idea why she makes me want to kiss and strangle her all at the same time, but…no other guy touches her until I can figure it out, okay?”
Lars let out a slow, long whistle this time. “Never thought I’d see the day,” he muttered.
“You and fucking me both,” I grimaced.
Hunter was quiet for a second before finally saying, “You’re going to have to decide quickly, Tal. I saw her in passing, too, and the guys aren’t going to stay away for long, if at all.”
I looked both my friends in the eye. “Any guy touches her, he’s dead,” I said, the seriousness in my voice absolute.
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Kenzlee~
Fourth period had been a special kind of unfamiliar torture, and it had sucked.
I had never experienced such rude hatefulness from a person before meeting Talon in the hallway. And the only reason I knew his name was because Mrs. Thompkins had to direct him to sit down after she had announced me to the class.
