Demi’s brows skyrocket across her forehead. “Are you being serious?” Before he can answer, she says, “Clearly you don’t understand that sticking your dick in another chick’s mouth is a huge deal. And for that girl to be one of my teammates makes the situation even more unforgivable.”
“You cheated on her?” Why the hell would Justin do that? Doesn’t he realize how fucking special this girl is? Any guy lucky enough to have Demi should be worshipping the very ground she walks on. I knew this guy was a douche but somehow, he’s managed to jackhammer to an all new low.
A potent mixture of fury and irritation swirl through Justin’s eyes as his gaze swings to me. “Fuck off, Michaels,” he growls. “This doesn’t involve you. Why don’t you take a hike?”
Ha! He’s legitimately insane if he thinks for one damn moment I’m going to walk away and leave Demi alone with him. All he’s done is hurt her, and it will be over my dead carcass that he inflicts anymore damage.
“I’m not going anywhere, so get used to it.”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it?” Demi cuts in, drawing Justin’s attention to her.
“What?” His voice falters as surprise flickers in his eyes.
She levels a hard look at him and repeats, “This isn’t the first time you’ve cheated on me.”
When a bead of perspiration breaks out across his brow, and his gaze falters, I realize Demi is right. He’s been hooking up with other girls the entire time they’ve been together.
Goddamn it!
It takes everything I have inside not to punch that stupid motherfucker in the piehole.
“Well?” There’s a pause before she snaps, “I’m waiting for an answer!”
When it becomes apparent that Demi won’t drop the subject, he clears his throat. “Maybe I’ve gotten a few BJ’s here and there, but that’s it! I wanted to take things slow with you.”
She scrunches her face and straightens to her full height like someone rammed a two-by-four up her ass. “Wait a minute, are you really trying to,” one hand slaps her chest, “blame me for this?”
He blinks a few times before muttering, “No, I’m saying that we weren’t totally serious, and I didn’t want to rush you. I thought you would appreciate me being respectful.”
“So...I was supposed to appreciate you getting blow jobs from other girls?” She doesn’t wait for him to respond. “You know what I would have appreciated even more? If you would have kept your dick in your pants.”
“That’s not what I meant! You’re taking everything out of context and twisting it to make me the bad guy in this scenario.”
“Newsflash, asshole—you are the bad guy! As for taking everything out of,” she uses her fingers to make air quotes, “context. I don’t think so. You never asked if I wanted to take things slow. You just assumed. Why would any girl want the guy she’s seeing to hookup with other people behind her back?” She shakes her head as another realization dawns. “Even after we got serious, you would have continued to screw around on me.” When he opens his mouth to argue, she raises a hand. “I’m done with this conversation and more importantly, I’m done with you!”
“What?” His voice rises and several people in the nearby vicinity turn in his direction. “Wait!”
When he steps closer, attempting to reach for Demi, I shove him back a couple of steps. It takes everything I have inside not to get more physical. “Demi already told you that she’s not interested. Take the hint, buddy, and leave her alone.”
“Give me a damn break, Michaels,” Justin snarls. “Like you’re not getting your dick wet every damn night of the week?” He jerks his arm to encompass the party. “You’ve probably nailed every ass in the place. Shut the fuck up and stay out of my business!”
Revulsion flashes across Demi’s face as she shoves out of my arms. “Maybe you two should become friends. It seems like you have a lot in common.”
With that last parting shot, she pushes her way through the crowd.
Once Demi is out of earshot, Justin growls, “The only thing we have in common is that we both want to get in her pants.” He smirks. “Although, I’m sure all you’d have to do is talk to Coach Richards, he’d probably hand his daughter right over. I’ve heard that’s one of the perks to being a baller around here.”
The fuck he said!
Rage clouds my better judgement. I yank my arm back and slam it into the asshole’s face before anything else can come out of his stupid piehole. With any luck, that’ll shut him up.
He squeals like a little pig as his hands fly to his nose.
“You had the one girl worth having on campus, and you fucked it up because you couldn’t keep your pecker in your pants.” I step closer, getting in his face. “You and I are nothing alike.”