He didn’t at first, but then jerked his head down in a nod. “Yeah. Fine. I got it.”
Good.
Good.
I saw Deek and Chad heading back, beer in hand and it looked as if they were heading to fight a Marvel supervillain. All scowls, and I had to flinch because one of those guys was the reason I’d been born.
“Super Scowls are returning.”
Hunter grinned, but stepped back from the wall.
I let my hand fall back. “Let’s text instead? Or call, even? I’ll email you my digits.”
He nodded. “Sounds good.”
Then Chad was near us and he had his head tipped up in a challenging way.
I considered pointing out that there was no fight to be alpha between us, though; let’s be realistic. It’s hard to out-street someone from the streets. Chad might scoff at that, but someone else from the streets would get me. They’d be on the same wavy train.
“I looked at your seats, but you weren’t there tonight.”
I almost laughed at that. “Because you cared or because you needed to know which route to take to the concessions stand to avoid me?”
He winced at the last suggestion.
Right.
So lovely.
I let out a sigh. “I’m going to ignore the blatant disrespect you’ve shown me over and over again. I’m going to ignore a whole lot of things right now, but how about instead we could focus on what I should say when I go back to the seats I am sitting in tonight?”
He frowned. He had no clue what I was talking about.
This guy. Honestly. No deep thought?
“I’m about to head back where I’m sitting with Sasha and Melanie.”
At Sasha’s name, his eyes bulged and he lost a little blood in his face. He had a whole ‘oh shit’ look going on.
Yeah. That’s what I’d been referencing.
“And so what do I say? Because you know she’s my family and she’d be pissed off that I didn’t tell her how you just treated me.”
Chad swallowed and went back to scowling. “What do you mean how I treated you? I treated…”
“Dude. You didn’t.” This was from Hunter, and he was shaking his head. “Like, at all. You treated her like she was a criminal.”
I made sure to give Deek a pointed look, and as soon as I did, I regretted it.
He looked like me.
And Hunter.
And damn.
I told Cut a while back that I didn’t have feelings for Deek or Chad, and to an extent I didn’t. But staring back at someone who was an older and male version of me, I was seeing someone I could’ve had in my life.
And then the ‘ifs’ started, and I couldn’t stop them.
If he’d been different.
If my mom had been different.
If I’d not been screwed up.
If Natalie had been more kind and loving.
If. If. If.
I had to stop. No one wins in that situation. It happened how it happened.
Right?
Yes.
I was swallowing tree bark, but yes. I had to accept that.
Nothing could be changed, so it didn’t matter.
Damn, it hurt to swallow that.
And Chad hadn’t answered me.
His mouth was tight, and his Adam’s apple kept going up and down, but then he let loose with a string of expletives.
“Hunter,” Deek barked, his own voice tight. Grim. “Go back to your seat.”
“But I—”
“Now!”
“I have to piss, Dad.” Hunter shot me a look before he swung around Chad and Deek, marching off in the direction of their seats, and his entire back was rigid.
“I’ve come to realize that things are different—”
“Deek,” Chad cut him off, then softened immediately. “Let me, you know. Let me handle this.”
Handle this.
I was refraining from commenting on that.
He took two steps away before I called after him, “Hey, Deek.”
He stopped, half-turning back.
He didn’t say anything.
I wasn’t surprised.
I did, though. “You do know that I’m not the bad guy in this story, right?”
He flinched.
He got the message.
It was kind of a shady thing to do, but he was my dad. Yes, there was no relationship. Yes, I was okay with it. Yes, at some point he had tried until for whatever reason, he decided to stop trying. Then, I remembered that he had paid for my college.
I yelled out, “Just kidding. Thanks for the college tuition.”
Oops.
Chad didn’t comment on that, but he was hella frowning still. “Can you not say anything to Sasha about this?”
“Uh. No. Sasha would be pissed if I didn’t.”
He grimaced, saying under his breath, “Shit.”
Cut told me Chad was going to try.
This wasn’t him trying.
“Let me tell her.”
That seemed to take so much effort from him. He said it through gritted teeth.
“What did I ever do to you?”
His head popped up at my question.
“I’ve done nothing, nothing that I can think of. Did I push you out of your house? That wasn’t my call. You know that, right? I’ve not said anything bad about you to Cut or Sasha. I’ve said nothing negative about anyone, except for that dig I just said to Deek, but do you blame me?”