"It's hard not to care about someone after you have lived with them for months. You’re a part of this house now, whether I like it or not. Hunter is attached. Kameron is fucking balls deep. So yeah, Ihaveto care." His words hurt, but his eyes are telling me something completely different. Like those words are hurting him just as badly.
"Let me make this really easy for you. You don't have to doshit. There is no strings attached when it comes to Hunter and me, Kameron and me, or me in that fucking house." I duck under his arm and make my way towards the woods.
I can hear the padding of his footsteps as he follows me, "You can leave now, Marcus. No strings attached. You aren't being forced against your will. I can find my own way back to the house. Bye."
"You don't even know where you are. You can't find your way anywhere."
I start to hum mindlessly, picking up my pace as much as I could in these chunky combat boots he told me I had to train in today.
His hand grabs at my wrist, "Stop being so fucking stubborn, Elliott. I’ll drive us back, let’s just go back to my bike."
"I don't think I will." I say, yanking my wrist out of his grasp. Only for him to place both on my shoulders.
"Look, I'm not in the mood for this shit." He huffs out.
"Thenleave, Marcus." I hiss.
"I can't leave you here by yourself in the middle of the fucking woods."
"Why not?" I cross my arms in front of my chest, my tits pushing more dramatically now in this tight workout jacket. Well, as dramatic as they could with how small they were. "What, because youcare?" I taunt his words back at him.
"Watch that mouth, pri—"
"Or what?" I shoot out, pushing against his firm chest. He stumbles back a few steps, not because I was strong enough, no, because he knew he needed the distance from me. I look him over. How can this man act like a complete asshole, a gorgeous, stupid, asshole. One that I wanted to cave for me. But I was smart enough to know that he never would let himself. "Just take me home." I weakly chuckle, "Sorry,thehouse." I walk in the direction we came from, frustrated and tired. Emotionally and physically.
The light steps of Marcus's boots padding behind me let me know that he’s following. I didn't give him as much as a glance as I waited by his bike. Even through the motions of putting on the helmets and mounting the bike, I didn't even give him a single look or word.
He clicks on the speakers, and the chime of them linking sounded off in my ears.
"Look—"
Click.
I shut off the speaker to my helmet, silencing him.
I wasn’t in the mood for his shit right now.
I didn’t want to bicker, I didn’t want closure.
I wanted silence.
He didn't fight me or try to reconnect them, he just softly nodded before starting the bike up. He zoomed out down the street, back totheirhouse.
At least he gave me that.
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Marcus
She was quiet the whole drive back to the property.
I didn’t blame her. I was being a fucking asshole, but in my defense she was also being a fucking brat.
And I know brat.
I drive up the driveway, pulling up to the front entrance. I don’t even have the kickstand out before Elliott leaps off my bike, stalking towards the front door. I park the bike, removing my helmet as I watch her struggle with hers as she makes her way inside. She flops her arms in defeat and her head lowers, the helmet makes it even more comical.
I join her in the entryway ready to help her out of her helmet. I can't suppress the chuckle. “Let me.”
