Page 80 of Made for Cyn
With dull eyes, I stare at his beautiful face before pulling away. “Nothing.”
“Why haven’t you answered my texts?” he says, his brows slamming over his eyes.
Texts? For a moment, I’m overcome by a thrill at the thought he reached out before I quash it. “Maybe because the phone is at the bottom of a river.”
“What?”
“I don’t have the phone.”
“Is that right? Maybe you think you can do whatever the fuck you want, but we still have a deal, you and me.”
“Which is what?” I retort, glancing over his shoulder.
“You report back to me, and I won’t hurt you,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Too late,” I mutter. “Besides, if you want to know where Iris is, why don’t you ask her while you’re fucking her?”
“What?” A growl rumbles deep in his throat and he goes to grab my arms again, but I pull away.
The last thing I see is his wide incredulous eyes as I toss over my shoulder, “Go fuck yourself, or Iris, or whatever.”
Later that week, I’m sitting in detention when Jig appears, sitting down next to me. Sourly, I glance at him and mutter, “What are you doing here?”
“I pantsed a freshman,” he says with a feral grin.
Dubiously, I stare at him before shaking my head. “Why?”
“Because he gave me lip.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“Jesus, do your parents know you’re a psycho?”
His eyes ice over and he says coldly, “My parents taught me everything I know.”
“Oh.” With a shiver, I glance away uncomfortably. I sensed Jig has issues that he hides behind his grinning happy-go-lucky facade, but damn.
Into the awkward silence, Jig says softly, “He doesn’t know how to be what you want, and it’s killing him.”
Startled, I look at Jig and say, perplexed, “It would help if he’d stop fucking everything with holes.”
“LB, I think I’m rubbing off on you after all,” he chuckles, and I roll my eyes dramatically.
“Whatever,” I grumble, hiding my flush behind my hands. “What do you mean?”
His brows furrow and he says solemnly, “He wants you, but he doesn’t know shit about being a nice guy, and it’s eating him up. Throw him a bone, Rain.”
“He had sex with Iris.”
“Doubtful, but even if he did, you’ve been telling him you don’t want him from the get-go.”
“So? He can’t just, I don’t know, not have sex?”
He rears back as though I said something horrific. “We’re dudes. You say you don’t want us? We’re going to find the next available chick.”
“That’s disgusting,” I murmur.
