Mr. Heartbreaker: Black Mountain Academy

“Got everything we need right here,” he says, and I sigh. I knew what his answer would be, but I always try.

“My apartment is shit, but it’s mostly warm and there’s a shower,” I tell him.

“The dirt keeps the heat packed in,” he says with a tired wink.

“See you tomorrow, Rooster,”

“Tomorrow, Angel,” he agrees, moving to his ‘house’.

“Bye, Gladys!” I call, and grin when the bird crows.

I walk away smiling, even if I’m worried about what’s going to happen. I didn’t stay for my meeting and when Mike finished with practice, I wasn’t there. I’m going to show up at that damn diner, but I don’t want to.

Mike’s a wild card and for the most part he’s a major asshole. There’s a chance he truly will rat me out to the BMA council. I can’t let that happen. I’d rather be shot than go have dinner with Mike and that snobby crowd he hangs with. I’m doing it, though. I’ll play Big Mike’s game – for now.

I don’t really have a choice.15MikeShe didn’t show.

I can’t tell you the last time I was stood up by a girl. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever been stood up by girl. Then again, Violet is not just any girl. There’s just something about her that grabs my attention, and I feel this pull toward her that I can’t explain.

Still, she called my bluff and I need to figure out how I’m going to proceed. I don’t want Violet to hate me, but she needs to know that I’m serious. I can’t allow her to run from me, either. What’s between us is something that’s new to me, completely foreign, and I’m going to explore it. Which means she’s going to explore it, because I sure as hell refuse to let her off the hook. I don’t care if that makes me an asshole. I’ve been called that often enough anyway.

Everyone has left Spark’s. They’ve been gone for a while. There’s just a few of us left now. Ben is quietly listening to Davis rattle on about something, and for some reason Lindy and Belle are still here. I know why Lindy is here, but I made it clear we were done. Belle just tags around after Lindy, even though Lindy treats her like shit. I let out a frustrated breath when I feel Lindy come up behind me. Her hands slide down over my shoulders, flattens out against my chest, and I feel her hot breath against my neck. Then her lips are at my ear.

“Why don’t we get out of here, Mike?”

“Go ahead, Lindy. I got shit to do,” I mutter, my annoyance bleeding through, mostly because I don’t try to hide it from her. Maybe it makes me an asshole, but Lindy knows the rules. She and I aren’t shit to each other. She wanted what she got and I was clear that it was nothing more. I knew that what I was getting from her, she was giving to every other guy that so much as looked her way.

“I was hoping we could have fun tonight, Mike,” she whines. “Belle was going to join in. I know how much you like a party,” she purrs.

“Am I interrupting something?”

I look up to see Violet standing by the table. She’s looking at me skeptically. Her brow is furrowed, and she is clearly not happy with what she sees. That would make me happy, but I have a feeling it’s not jealousy pissing her off, it’s just the fact that she’s here at all.

“You’re late,” I mumble with a smirk, feeling instantly better and relaxed. Jesus, Violet is like a drug.

“I had shit to do. But if you’re busy, I can leave and let you get back to your…fun.”

“You’re that chick from the other day,” Lindy says, straightening up behind me. I watch Violet for her reaction, wondering exactly how she’ll handle Lindy’s comment. “Did you enjoy the show?” Lindy laughs.

“It was like any porn movie, I guess.”

“Hah, Big Mike is better than porn. He’s the real deal,” Lindy mocks, like what she’s saying is a good thing.

Bitterness rises inside of me again. I know I’ve lived up to the rep and made the problem worse, but I really am sick of being seen as nothing more than a dick they can ride. Christ, that sounds sanctimonious as hell, but it’s true. Ever since I’ve been at Black Mountain, the size of my cock is all the girls talk about. That and my wallet. It was okay at first, but it’d be nice if they at least pretended to think of me as a person once in a while, too.

I shake my head. I’ve got to quit thinking like this, or my dick is liable to slowly morph into a pussy. I love pussy. I love every-fucking-thing about pussy. I definitely like eating snatch, but that’s kind of hard to do if it’s on my own body.