Page 66 of Twisted Fate

“Morning. You want to have drinks tonight?” I asked, his pierced eyebrow quirking up slightly.

“We have school in the morning. We’ve missed enough of it.”

Party pooper.

“So? I can go to school with a hangover,” I shrugged.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“I can’t,” he chuckled, grabbing his coffee and leaning on the bench beside Jensen.

Diesel cleared his throat and went to stand, appearing to be feeling out of place.

“Thanks for the coffee, Donovan. I’d better get going and…”

“Doubt it, dick head. Sit your ass down and give me ten minutes to get ready,” I ordered, downing the rest of my coffee before heading upstairs to quickly get ready.

Lukas followed me, crossing his arms and watching me get changed with judgement in his eyes.

“Since when do any of the Psychos make time for you? He looks like he’s going to keel over and die if you stay home. What’s with that?”

I glanced over my shoulder and sighed, knowing he was going to have a problem with it.

“Look, he’s just got some shit on his mind and he likes talking to me about it. He’s family, so…”

“How the fuck is he family, Aurora? You don’t know him,” he bit out, but I kept my voice level, not wanting to fight with him.

See, I’m growing as a person.

“He’s part of the crew, so he’s family.”

“Now you just sound like a crew whore,” he muttered, my eyes narrowing to slits.

He always had an opinion on shit, but he was never rude about it like he was being with me over this.

What the fuck?

“Did you just call me a fucking whore?” I snapped, my blood boiling as rage washed through me.

“No, I said it sounds like you’re being one. I know you aren’t doing the dirty, babe, but crews don’t get close to the women unless they’re on their dicks, and you know it.”

“He just needs a friend! Why can’t I be fucking friends with someone who’s part of the crew? It’s Skeeter’s fucking life, so I’m trying to be part of that!” I argued, but he waved a dismissive hand at the door as if my words didn’t matter.

“He has friends, he’s in a fucking crew. He doesn’t need to be chasing you around like a lost puppy.”

I scowled, yanking my shoes on as I tried to refrain from stabbing him.

Mr fucking know it all didn’t know shit.

Diesel just wanted a friend, what was wrong with that?

“Is it that hard to believe they respect me? Or is it that I’m making friends and not gluing myself to you guys all the fucking time? You know what happens when people try to control me, Lukas. You can’t tell me who I can or can’t be friends with.”

He groaned as if the argument was my fault.

“Damnit, babe. I’m not trying to fight with you. I just…”

“You just said I’m acting like a fucking whore!” I suddenly exploded, clenching my fists angrily and fighting the urge to throat punch him.