Page 34 of Not Your Romeo
I could feel Ziggy’s eyes on me, and when I glanced at him, he snorted and shook his head.
“Best I can tell, we just saved your sweet little ass from a fingerprinting and more charges than either one of us cares to contemplate. So, you mind filling me in on why you got fuckin’ stink face right now and all that hatred in your eyes?”
I stopped and tore in a breath, fully prepared to curse him out with every ounce of air I claimed.
“Would it kill you to say thanks, woman?”
My eyes nearly leaped out of my head, and all that angry reserve came out on a huff of disbelief.
“‘Thanks?’” I jerked my arm away from him finally. “You think I ought to thank you for barging into my dorm like some jealous fuck boy–”
“Fuck boy,” Ziggy snapped, his eyes widening with outrage, “Girl, you was entertaining a room full of fuck boys. They about got your ass popped off, too. Who the fuck smokes weed in a campus dorm before lunch?”
I leaned in close to him, so I didn’t have to shout and ground out under my breath, “Yeah well, that fuck boy was my plug, you idiot.”
Henny’s sharp cackle caused me to shift toward him abruptly.
“Yeah. I’m out on that one. That is all you, boss,” he sang, as he sauntered toward his bike.
When I looked back, Ziggy’s jaw was tense, and he was staring off at the pond. After a few seconds of deafening silence, his shoulder rose and fell with a big breath, and he finally looked at me.
“I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t just fucking say that to me.” He looked around like he was trying to make sure no one but Henny had heard it. “Get your ass in that car. We’ll finish this convo at home.”
“Thank you,” I scoffed, like I’d been pardoned by something royal rather than his hot-tempered ass. I started toward the car, completely over his bullshit, but true to form, I couldn’t let it go. About halfway around the trunk, I started verbalizing my thoughts, “Thank you– Motherfucker, I ought to kick you in the dick, that’s what the fuck I should have done. Fucking caveman.”
“What was that?” Ziggy called, placing a hand behind his ear.
My head snapped back toward him and if I had something worth tossing, I’d have hurled it at him when I saw the way he was grinning at me.
“I said you’re an asshole!” I let loose, all but yelling it across the parking lot, despite our six-foot distance.
I hurried around the car and shot into the driver’s seat, slamming the door of the Viper closed as quickly as I could.
Chapter Fifteen
Filling the Table
Ziggy
I couldn’t help but snort as I watched her drive away. I wasn’t happy she was playing in the dirt, but I was definitely relieved that she hadn’t been entertaining those fools the way I thought she was when I first entered.
I snorted again, trying not to laugh as I climbed into the van, recalling the way my temper had done two backflips, right along with my heart, hearing that little prick tell her to open her mouth the way he had.
“Fuckin’ twit had a mouth shot coming,” I figured, aloud.
I was still smiling and talking to myself as I pulled back onto the interstate, shaking my head at her antics.
“Girl’s got spirit– Not a lot of sense, but that fire in her soul–” I grunted to myself and decided to give her a minute to cool off.
I drove to the clubhouse and found Henny there with Sauce and Talon. They were gathered around a table near the jukebox.
“We were just saying, we ain’t had no welcome home party for Cane,” Talon brought me up to speed, as one of the hang-arounds placed a beer in front of me.
“Appreciate ya,” I grunted at the girl, without really noting which one it was. “Yeah. Might be a good idea, something besides bad news and hiccups, hm?”
“For sure.” Henny laughed while rubbing at his good eye.
“If nothing else, Griz will make sure there's plenty of ass.” Talon joined in with a grin.
