Page 115 of Fragments

“You know damn well what it means,” he huffs, his eyes flinging across the room, in the direction of Gage and his crew, who are hooting and hollering like dumb jocks in a locker room. “You’renotstupid, Ren. And despite what you might think about yourself, you’re not evil either. You say you just want to get close to Luthor, but even when you’re in the same room, you act like you’re on different planets.”

My lips part, but I can’t speak. I’m just staring at him, dumbfounded.

“I’m just saying, he’s never not reaching for you,” he goes on. “Even when it hurts.”

My forehead creases, my pulse speeding up while I contemplate his words.

Do I really disregard Lex… Even when he’s right here?

I didn’t think I did… Sure, sometimes I flirt with guys in front of him, but honestly, I flirt with everyone all the time. It’s my thing. I like making Lex jealous with the proxy jobs, and yes, I acknowledge that it’s sorta messed up, and definitely immature. But isn’t that the nature of this whole dance we’ve been doing?

It’s just sex. He knows he’s the one I’m thinking about… Right?

Now that I’m actually considering all of this, my chest is caving just a tad. If the shoe was on the other foot, I’d be murderous. And I guess I must be a real narcissistic sociopath, because this is honestly the first time I’m thinking about how I would feel if Lex did that stuff to me.

Jesus… No wonder he hates me so much. I’m a fucking terror.

Before I can pry Dash for more details on what Lex might have told him, the group of big dickheads in question come trudging over. I’m praying they’ll just walk by, since I’m really not in the mood to deal with them right now.

Unfortunately, no such luck.

Gage sidles up to me, smirking as he gives my ass a hearty slap. “You over here waiting for me, cumdump?”

My jaw grinds, and apparently, I’m not the only one.

Dash steps between us, squaring up in Gage’s face. “What the fuck did you just call him?”

“Dash…” I mumble, gently moving him away while he visibly seethes on my behalf. It’s really sweet, actually. Glaring at Gage, I mutter, “Guess you can suck yourself off tonight, Percy.”

He won’t like that. Hates his first name… Which he should, because it’s fucking stupid.

“I told you not to call me that,” he growls.

I shrug and mouth,Oops.

“Ren, your mouth is better at taking things in,” Benson sneers, and I roll my eyes.

“That’s very original.”

Matthews is whining, he and Gage bickering while I peek at Dash. I’ve never seen him so pissed.

Thawing my ice-cold heart.

“I want Ren and his friend to apologize for being inconsiderate little bitches,” Gage hisses at me.

“Man, you really didn’t learn last time, did you…Percy?” I teem, fists clenched, rage and adrenaline jacked to the max right now.

I’m so sick of this asshole. I’m sick of his dick and how he thinks good sex involves mimicking a jackhammer. I’m sick of his dumb, oaf face and cocky attitude, and I’msomotherfuckingsickof him always forgetting that me loving to get fucked doesn’t negate the fact that I can fully kick his ass.

I put the power in power bottom, bitch.

Dash is still posted up by my side, his jaw visibly ticking. “Take another step, Percy. I dare you.”

“Dash, go. I can handle this.” I tell him while Gage is still talking shit. I’m so beyond ready to waste him. “Dash,” I snap once more. “Go.”

“I’m not leaving you alone with him,” he grumbles.

Warmth blooms in my chest, and despite how pissed I am, I almost grin.