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¡¿Está completamente loco?! Is he fucking crazy?!First, he punches a wall, and now this? I don’t fucking like it. Like at all. What the fuck is wrong with this man?! What’s he trying to prove out here?What a psycho.
“¿Qué intentas demostrar? ¿Por qué te lastimas de esa manera? (What are you trying to prove? Why are you hurting yourself that way?)”These questions are loud in my head, and I shout them up into his dumbass face. He smirks as he leans his body into my personal space. And that’s exactly how this feels. Personal.
“In English, Ed, I didn’t catch any of that.”Ed? ¿Cual Ed? Who the fuck is Ed?
“Why the fuck would you make yourself bleed like that?”Idiota. He can’t go grabbing fucking switchblades.
“To prove my point.” He’s smirking at me like this is some kinda joke. It’s not.
“Which is what? That you’re a dumbass who goes around cutting himself on sharp objects that he shouldn’t be touching in the first place?”
“That I can handle anything that you put in front of me. Do your fucking worst.” He sounds so sure of himself and looks cocky as hell, lifting his chin to me with a permanent smirk on his fine ass face. “I’m not afraid of a little blood or pain,especially if it means you’re safe. And right now, the safest place for you to be is here, Ed. With me.”
“Don’t call me, Ed,” I spit out, nearly choking on the nickname or whatever the hell that is.
“Ok, Ed,” he says with a giant smile.Puta madre, are you fucking kidding me? This man has veinsanddimples?
“It’s like you’re asking to get stabbed,Pendejo.” It’s a fucking shame I’m gonna have to kill something that’s so pretty to look at.
“Like I said, do your fucking worst, little Demon.”Oh, está tan muerto. Oh, he's so dead.
NINE
“He’s dramatic,but he’s right. It’s late, so you’re gonna stay here. We’ll figure this shit out after we all get some sleep,” Alv says while yawning. He was so quiet during mine and Edison’s showdown that I’d forgotten he was even there. She’s had all of my attention. Her and that fucking knife. I squeezed it to make a fucking point and to convince her that her running outta here wasn’t a fucking option. I’d follow her stubborn ass if I had to. “Take the couch. I’m gonna go pass out in the break room,” Alv adds while standing up and stretching his arms over his head.He’s got a pull-out that he crashes on most nights. It’s like he lives here.
“There’s no fucking way that I’m—,” she starts to protest, but he cuts her off the second he reaches us in front of the door.
“You stay,” he demands while turning the doorknob. But my exhale of relief is instantly replaced with me choking on my next breath when he adds, “And tomorrow we’ll talk about your schedule.”
“My what?” It’s like I can hear the question mark in her voice as her black eyes bulge outta her pretty little head.
“You work here now.”I’d see her all the fucking time.Thinking about that feels like a trap door in the pit of my stomach was kicked open, releasing an infestation of moths that swarm my insides. It fucking tingles all over.
“Look, I don’t know who those men are, and I know everyone. So, you stay and you start working here tomorrow. We’ll see how this plays out, but for now, this is what’s gonna happen. I’m fucking tired now.”And I’m wide awake.
“I don’t fucking know you,” she says to Alv with so much fucking sass that I’m immediately jealous that he’s the one getting any of her fucking attention.
“You know him, right?” He chin points to me. I can’t help but straighten my spine and stand at my full height.
I don’t give a fuck what people think of me, but right now, with her, I do. Especially when she looks up at me like she is now. If hell has oceans, they’d look like her endless black eyes. Dark, dangerous, and unforgiving.
“I know he’s a dickhead who could be better at math.” The smirk on her face and the glare she’s giving me has me wanting to kiss the shit outta her. Show her something that I’m good at.Again.
“Let’s be honest, his game needs work, too.” Alvi’s full of shit. He comes at least once a week to a home game to see me playand sits his ass down in one of my two reserved seats. Besides my parents, who come a few times a year, no one else comes to see me play. My sister cheers us on, but she’s there for Max now.
“Fuck you, man.” I’m not even a little serious. There’s no way that I could be. Now that I’m thinking about it, this fucker’s probably the closest friend that I have now.
“Don’t know how much that’ll matter if he doesn’t get through Finite Mathematics this semester. Isn’t that right,Pendejo?” She says with this smug look on her face. She knows what she’s doing. She’s not scheduling with me on purpose. She fucking wants me to fail. Fucking demon.
I’ve never seen this girl smile; all I get are sneers and glares that I find so fucking attractive that it makes up for whatever insult she’s slinging at me. Or in this case, fucking up my playing time. She knows what she’s doing.
This is exactly why I keep calling her a fucking menace; she disturbs my peace, squeezes the shit outta my heart, and makes my cock hard. All while bullying me. And the truth is, you’d have to get a wrecking ball to get me to move…because I… fucking like her.
“Are you always a dick to people trying to help you?”And I really like fighting with her.She looks like she’s gonna bite me when she bares her teeth with a growl.Feisty little savage.
“I don't know hockey boy, are you?!”So. Fucking. Sassy.
“You both need to—,” Alvi starts before she snaps off the rest of whatever it is he was about to say.
