Page 19 of Bleed With Me
“Dillon?”
Unwanted Guests & Death
Hayes
Slamming into the back of Liv, I notice someone else's hands gripping her waist. I growl but the look on her face has my eyes narrowing at her.
“I-uh-I-I gotta go,” she stammers and runs back through the school's doors slamming them shut behind her. I watch as she does this then slowly turn my head to the asshole standing in front of me. He puts his hand out for me to shake but I grab him by the collar and slam him up against the same door my little liar just shut.
“Who the fuck are you and how do you know my girl?” I spit and he smirks.
“Your girl? Na. That little firecracker is mine.” he chuckles and I press my forearm against his throat.
“Doubtful. But this is your only warning to stay the fuck away from her.” I growl, letting him go. My hands shake and rage flows through my veins but there are too many cameras out here.
“See that’s where you’re wrong Hayes Valentine. Not only am I taking my girl back but I’m claiming your spot on the team…” He trails off as the doors suddenly open and Neal the security guard clears his throat.
“Is there a problem here Sir Valentine?” he asks and I take a step back, tightening my fists as this prick looks at Neal holding his hand out.
“I’m new here. The name is Buckman. Dillon Buckman.” he says and I swallow thickly.Fuck.Chuck was right. Liv truly is a Little Liar and I will see to it that I get the answers I need from her. She can only run so far until I catch her little ass. I need to think. Taking out my phone I head to the sports arena. Scrolling to my thread with Parker I shoot him a text, hoping he wants to run some drills with me.
Me:
Yo. Wanna hit the ice? I got some steam to blow off and some shit to tell you!
I can’t believe Chuck was right and she had a whole boyfriend back home and now he just shows up here. I’m fucking pissed and yes I know it’s only been a few days but fuck, I really like this girl and I refuse to give her up.Why did she lie?I really didn’t ask either, I stripped her bare and took what I wanted—what I needed—what we both needed.Shit.My phone pings as I continue to walk through the quiet school. Opening the screen I see it’s Parker.
Parker:
Yeah, give me a few.
Me:
Aight bro, I’ll meet you on the ice.
Closing the thread, I swing by the locker room and grab some gear then walk to the outer rink hoping Parker is already waiting for me. The wind whirls around me, sending a shiver up my spine but I shrug it off. “Yo man.” I say, fist bumping him as we sit onthe bench and put our skates on. I huff, tightening my laces and he turns to me with a raised brow.
“You good bro? What’d you want to talk about? He asks as I stand and spin on the ice.
“Liv has a fucking boyfriend that she somehow forgot to mention to me and the prick showed up today,” I seethe as he stops in front of me with his jaw on the ground.Yeah me too, buddy.
“Wait, wait, wait a goddamn minute. Your Liv? Your little Short Stack? What the fuck? He asks with a dumbfounded look on his face as I continuously nod my head at him.
“Yeah, bro. Apparently she’s had one this whole time. He’s from her hometown,” I answer, taking a deep breath. I push past him, gliding across the ice. He catches up to me and I spin,
“You’ll never believe who he’s fucking related too either. It’s a fucking problem.” I tell him and his eyes widen. “Buckman! He’s Buckman's younger brother and I quote, “He’s here to take my spot on the team and his girl,” I tell him and he laughs.
“Sorry, Bro. I don’t mean to laugh but you and I both know, Buckmans ain’t shit and he ain’t taking shit either.” He says and I nod.
“That’s for damn sure. I’ll gut him before I ever let that happen. But fuck man. Why did she lie to me? Oh and his name is Dillon.Fucking little dill pickle.Motherfucker!” I spit, crashing out as I push myself further on the ice. We run laps for a bit and I overwork myself trying to get centered before I go find Liv and put her little ass in her place. Which is in my bed! He isn’t going to get close to her. Not as long as I am around. She can forget about sleeping alone at night! I’m going to be a fucking leech.
“Yo, you heard from Lucius? We should see if he wants to come chill. Maybe bring us some beers to take the edge off.” He suggests. We skate over to the bench, I reach in my bag and take out the bottle of water I stuffed in there.
“Nope, I haven’t. Text him and tell him to get his ass here,” I reply, picking up my phone, looking to see if I have any missed texts or calls from Liv–but I don’t so I rip the cap off and chug the water down—getting more pissed by the second.
“Bro, can you try and call him? He hasn’t answered any of my texts or calls.” he says and I nod, pressing Lucius’s name and bringing the phone to my ears. All it does is ring out then goes to voicemail. “He didn’t answer–what the hell? He isn’t the type to ignore us.” I say with a raised brow.
“Lemme try again.” he tells me, putting it on speaker and again all it does is ring out. “Okay what the fuck is going on? When was the last time we actually laid eyes on him?” he questions but I can’t remember. I shit for sure didn’t see him at Manhunt so I think it was the game.
