“There’s a party at my house,” Twiddle Dee says, closing his locker. “Wanna come?”
“Maybe later. I’ve got plans tonight,” Jason answers with a grin that tells me he doesn’t plan on standing still for her to just draw, and I clench my fists.
“Oh right, I forgot!” Twiddle Dum chuckles. “Dude she’s so hot. Hard to believe she’s actually related to that fag that hangs with Nate. I mean the guy’s always limping, do you think it’s because of all the dicks he takes in his ass?”
I grit my teeth as they all laugh, holding myself back. There are three of them, and I could take them, having training in two different martial arts. But that would be a dumb move. Right now, my objective is to stop Jason from going up to her rooms. I can take care of Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee some other time.
“I know, right? But fuck, she’s so hot and I swear she’s taunting me with those tight jeans she wears. Girls can’t wear these with an ass like hers without knowing the effect it has on guys.”
“Well no, they can,” Tweedle Dum answers, closing his own locker and grabbing his backpack. “Just not with a body like that. She’s like a—a sexy wasp.”
I close my eyes, counting slowly to ten, controlling my breathing.
Jason, slaps the back of his head. “It’s called an hourglass figure. But fuck, how I want to hold on to those hips and fucking drive home,” he sighs.
Threats won’t be enough. I’m going to fucking kill that Jerk.
“We gotta go,” Tweedle Dee says, rolling his eyes. “Have a nice time.”
“Oh, that I will. Not wasting an opportunity like that, trust me.”
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee leave the locker room chuckling, leaving Jason alone. With me. Good, I like those odds better.
As I said, I’m not a violent person. But what he said about her? Like she’s just some piece of ass to snack on and nothing else? I might finally put my years of Krav Maga and Ninjutsu to good use. My parents have lots of flaws, but my ex CIA father did want me to be able to fight and defend myself. And I can. Jason is just a spoiled brat who plays tough. He’s not really, though.
I stand up slowly, both my hands in my jeans pockets, and walk leisurely towards him, not trying to conceal my presence. He turns his head slightly, and surprise pulls at his face. It’s quickly replaced by a confused frown, though, as he turns his head back towards his open locker.
“Oh, what’s up Nate? Didn’t see you there.”
“Clearly.”
He focuses back on me. Is he sensing danger? He knows Jack’s my roommate and friend. And by association, Prudence is supposed to be too. His whole face transforms a little as he hides a wince when I stop a couple of inches from him.
He knows. He knows I heard that whole exchange between him and his friends. He knows he’s fucked.
“Look dude, we didn’t mean what we said about Jack. He’s cool, alright? We just think he should have a room of his own. Or with another dick lover. I mean, you can’t be okay with sharing a room with him. The guy obviously jerks off in there thinking of other dudes. Maybe even you.”
I lift a brow, my blue eyes clashing with his chocolate ones—is this fear in see there? “He doesn’t. Or if he does, he does it privately. You know he’s my friend, right? His sexual orientation doesn’t mean anything.”
“Sure. I know,” he nods, stashing his towel and wet bathing suit in a bag.
“And, you do realize that Prudence, hissister, is my friend too,” I pause and I see his throat bobs. “And that I can’t let you talk like this about the two of them.”
He might be bigger than me, but I still have a few inches over him. And I might not be bulky like him, but I’m far from being frail. Not forgetting the fact that everyone knows that I’ve been helping the Krav Maga coach everyyear on trials and competitions days. Wearing my Black belt.
“Look, and I mean that respectfully, but it’s none of your business. Prue invited me over, and she’s an adult.” He slams his locker shut and turns around to start walking away.
Before he can take his second step, I catch him by the collar of his jacket, and pull him back until his back meets the lockers in a loud metallic thud.
“What the fuck, man! Let go of me.”
“Please,” I say in a calm, deadly voice, “tell me again, to my face, how you can’t wait to fuck her. Even though you only offered your help with her sketching.”
“Let go!”
“Tell me!” I yell, getting in his face and pushing him roughly, making the whole locker block shake. His eyes snap close, his jaw clenched. “If you think for one second that I’m going to let you within an inch of her after hearing all this, you’re not only stupid, but delusional.”
He’s shaking, trying to push me away, but my hold on him is too strong and he can barely move. Even if he were to try for a cheap shot, my hips are moved to the side, protecting me from a knee kick, which I’m certain he’ll try, seeing as his legs are trying to move.
