Page 46 of Euphoria
“Fuck is right,” Bowie says.
Bambi stands and goes to join the girls. “I’m happy she’s making friends, finally,” Bowie says.
“Me too, Bow, me too. She deserves it all.”
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Bowie
I go outside to take a deep breath and when I go back inside, I’m halfway to the bathroom when I’m grabbed by my collar. I almost fight but I relax realizing it’s my cousin. I roll my eyes and remove his hands off the lapel of my leather jacket. He’s ruining this shit. I glare at him. “What the fuck!” I say.
“Dude! More like, what the fuck was that? Is this what I think it is?” He asks.
“What is what?” I tilt my head, fucking with his head.
Jagger glares at me. We resemble each other, yet we don’t. “Is this what happened in High school? Are they the reason you fucking left in the first place?”
I nod sharply.
“Right…” He says. “So then what the fuck are you doing here? You looking to be fucked with again?”
Jagger cares way too much for his own good. He cared before what his parents thought; he cared about Ainslee, even if he didn't want to say it out loud and even with me. “You care too fucking much, you know that?” I sneer. “Mind your fucking business.”
Jagger shakes his head. “Don’t give me attitude, motherfucker. I’m your family, I give a fuck. What are the tabloids going to say? You know, Mireya León is always looking for a reason to trash our names. Don’t give her material.”
“She can suck my fucking dick. I don’t care what she wants to add in her damned tabloids. I need space, Jag. Fuck!” I flip.
I don’t know why I’m even flipping out. I need to calm down. Jagger shrugs. “I could sucker punch you for yelling at me like I did something to you.” His way of saying he supports me.
This makes me laugh. “Fuck you,” I say again, except this time, there’s no bite in my voice.
“You need something to drink and I need you to explain to me what those two people mean to you that you’d sacrifice your career for them.”
“Our marriage isn’t illegal here,” I state before I move with him.
“Marriage? You’re married to them, too?”
I pick up on what Jagger is saying. “What? I’m not gay and neither is Markos. We’re not married to each other, just married to Bambi. We’ve been married to her for 14 years. She signed the papers like a fool, and I guarantee you, I didn’t care when Markos told me.”
“14 years?!” Jagger yells, getting the attention of the staff walking by. I roll my eyes at him, but he continues. “Wow. and you’ve been stepping out on her the entire time?” He says with a smirk.
I snicker. Shaking my head. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, motherfucker? Where’s Ains?”
“You’re deflecting,” he says.
“I just need space and fuck, maybe a whole bottle,” I state.
I’m not sure what the fuck is up with me… Fuck.
“So, like…” Jagger says as we walk to the bar. “You and Markos, never…”
I glare at him, “I’m just as sexually active with Markos as you are with Oran,” I answer dryly.
Jagger whistles. “Ah, so every day?” he teases.
I snicker as Oran randomly comes over as if we have summoned him. Jagger slips his hand into Oran’s but Oran snatches his hand away. “What the fuck, Jag?”
Jagger playfully scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Don’t be shy now, you big fuck, he’s a bottom, and he enjoys it.”
