Page 9 of Fight for Me

He snorts. “Oh yeah? I think you don’t know shit.”

“I know what you are doing to get the extra money. So, if you cross me again, the sheriff will know too.” It’s my turn to laugh evilly as I see Marcus’s face paling. “Think you’re so fucking clever, huh? I know exactly where you get your party favors from.”

A loud whistle rings around, and we all turn to look in the direction of the noise. A black shiny car is parked on the other side of the road, and behind the wheel sits no one else than the object of my desires, also known as Officer Brody.

“Oh look, here is my friend that works for the police. Maybe he’ll be interested in our conversation about selling illegal substances. Shall we ask him?” I ask with feigned casualness, backing a step toward the parking lot.

Marcus grabs my arm harshly and draws me closer before he whispers in my ear. “Maybe I should thank you for showing me what a piece of trash you are. I feel sorry for the next fool who falls for your skanky ass.”

I’m shoved away roughly and almost lose my footing before the sound of an opening car reaches my ear. Regaining my balance, I wave that I’m fine before the fucking Hulk comes to my rescue, bulldozing everyone in his way. I don’t want any more unnecessary drama, so when Brody doesn’t immediately go back to the car, I gesture for him to cut it out forcefully and shake my head. After a moment of hesitation, he backs off and proceeds to wait in a car with an unhappy expression on his face.

“So that’s who you’ve been fucking?” Marcus, who’s been watching our silent exchange, sneers, drawing my attention back to him.

I sigh and cross my arms. “No, it’s not. But it isn’t your business whom I’m sleeping with, it never was.”

I turn to Claire, who’s been watching the whole scene unbothered.

“Let’s see what Brody wants.”

Claire’s face lights up immediately, and she starts bouncing toward the dark car, with me trailing after her.

“Ooh, nice car, Officer. Black is your color. Did you come here to give us a ride? Do you like ice cream by any chance?” Claire attacks the poor guy right away. She loves making him uncomfortable with her cheery friendliness.

He scratches his head. “Uh, I guess? Hey, Claire, do you mind if I speak to Jen for a minute?”

“Sure. But don’t be too long, you two. Jenny has promised me some whorish role play and ice cream afterward.” Claire chirps with a sincere expression before turning around and walking away to sit on a bench nearby.

Brody’s eyebrows lift above his sunglasses. “Do I even want to know what the fuck it means?”

“You wouldn’t understand.It’s a girls’ thing,” I reply and smooth down my hair.

“How come?” Brody asks, the one corner of his lips turning up.

“How come you’re not a girl? Well, for one thing, I assume you have a dick.”

He groans and shakes his head. “Why did I even ask?” Then he peers at me from under his sunglasses and motions to the passenger seat with his head. “Get in.”

I roll my eyes and stay put.

We started this weird thing between us two weeks after Claire called the police. Brody sought me out at the town’s fair and basically informed me he knew what was happening at my house and tried to convince me to report my father to the police. After I told him to get lost, he got more determined to help me and started following me around and checking up on me every chance he got. I don’t exactly understand why he’s so bothered by my situation, but I allow him to watch over me, for selfish reasons mostly – him looking so damn good being the main one. It’s also nice to have someone other than Claire give a shit.

Sadly, Brody doesn’t seem to reciprocate my feelings and usually treats me like the petulant teenager that I probably am to him. He’s older, and I’m underage, so I get it, but a girl can always dream. You don’t exactly choose your first-ever crush. But the fact that he’s not interested in me like that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun while teasing him. I love making him uncomfortable with my sexually overcharged comments. And I am proud to say that I even made him blush once or twice. I regret not recording it with my phone, it was hilarious.

I guess you could say that we are sort-of-friends now.

“Boyfriend of yours?” Brody asks, nodding toward Marcus, who’s probably still glaring at me from across the road, and removes his glasses, giving me a clear view of his intense eyes.

Instead of going around and getting in Brody’s car, I lean into the open window, rest my elbows on the frame and push my boobs right in his face in the process.

“What’s it to you? Are you jealous?” I tease.

Not surprisingly, he’s not at all impressed with me, but involuntarily glances down before snapping his eyes back at me. “No,” he deadpans. “But I didn’t like the view of him manhandling you.”

“Oh, you’re worried about me. That’s so sweet,” I coo with a smile.

When he doesn’t answer and just continues to glare at me, I sigh and move back from the window.

“Not a boyfriend. His name is Marcus. Just someone I used to fuck, if you must know.”

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