My heart felt like it had taken over my whole body with how much giddiness I was feeling.
I admired Wade as he stood in front of Gregory, facing the door with his legs spread a little, and his arms crossed over his chest. God, he looked good.
My mind still hadn’t settled on the fact he and I were dating. I’d found it easier just to call him my boyfriend, but to know we were dating, courting, in a relationship. Yes, my brain was still taking time to process.
I could have second-guessed what we’d had, but in front of West and Death, he’d claimed me as his to Gregory, and they’d heard. Heck, he’d even wanted a kiss in front of everyone. He didn’t shy away from public displays of affection. That still had me grinning like a maniac. All I wanted to do was jump him, but I didn’t think the library was the right place to do that. A kiss was okay in front of people, but screwing wasn’t, unfortunately.
“I want to know all about this later,” West whispered.
“Maybe,” I teased. I would let him know the minor details, but not all of it. That was just for Wade and me.
I glanced at Gregory, and he looked green. I was back to feeling guilty. I should have waited before I started anything with him, but then again, I never expected Wade to come to me asking for a second chance.
West knocked his knee against mine and nodded to the door. We both turned that way. My eyes widened when Mitch Henry, my nemesis, walked in. He took one look at me, then Wade, and turned back around, but Death was there waiting.
“Get the fuck over there,” Death ordered.
“Stop it. What is this?” Mitch asked, his voice high in worry. He tried to push back at Death, but Death didn’t move. When they were close, Wade grabbed the back of Mitch’s shirt, twisted him, and sat him in the chair next to Gregory. Death stood behind him and placed a hand on Mitch’s shoulder. When he went to get up, Death pushed him back down.
Wade took the seat next to Mitch and stared down at him while Mitch waved his hands around. “I don’t understand any of this.” He glared across at me. “This is your fault. I just know it. I’m going to make sure you suffer.”
“Stop,” Wade snarled. “Shut the fuck up,” he added.
“I didn’t say anything to them,” Gregory said in a small voice. “You can’t blame me for it. They overheard us outside.” He pointed to Death and Wade.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mitch said, clasping his hands in front of him on the table. On the outside, he tried to act cool, unaffected. But I could easily see he was peeing himself. He was pale, sweaty, and he kept shifting his gaze to Wade.
“Don’t fuckin’ bullshit me. You wanna fuck Lucas’s life, and I wanna know why. You got a hard-on for Lucas? This a weird way to show you want in his pants.”
I screwed up my nose at the mention of Mitch having a hard-on. Thinning my lips, I wanted to know exactly what Wade heard from them outside since he knew Mitch liked to mess with my life.
Mitch scoffed. “Shit no. He’s a faggot. I wouldn’t touch him, ever.”
Oh shit.
Wade grabbed the back of Mitch’s head and slammed his face into the table. Mitch screamed and grabbed at his face as blood sprayed from his nose. I caught the librarian coming our way, but Death intercepted her, talking low.
Wade leaned close to Mitch, his voice low and rough, “I like fuckin’ guys. You gonna call me a faggot?”
He shook his head and winced. The librarian was buying whatever Death was saying since she wasn’t on the phone or looking over here. She was listening to everything Death said and then giggled. Magic again or just Death’s charm.
“Then if I ever hear you say that word or any derogatory word like that again, I’ll make sure it’s not only your nose that’s broken. Now fuckin’ tell me why you sent fuckface there after Lucas? Why you wanted fuckface to date Lucas?”
“He what?” I breathed.
West tapped my leg. I looked to him, and he shook his head. He wanted me to keep quiet, but heck, I needed answers as well. However, Wade seemed to have it under control, so I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest.
Wade, using his hand on Mitch’s neck, shook him a little. “Talk, motherfucker.”
Mitch made a noise in the back of his throat. He dropped his hands from his face, exposing the blood dripping out of his nose. “Fine, all right… Lucas has everything I wanted. I was the best at everything until he showed up. Then I was always second best, and it was never enough for my father. ‘You should be more like Lucas,’ he would say after checking with school about grades and shit to see who was the best.” Mitch glared at me. “I wanted one last chance at being better, so I got Gregory to date Lucas, make him fall for him, and then he was supposed to break up with him. Break him. Then I would be on top.”
He made me feel sick. I laughed, shaking my head at the fool. “This is why you’ve been sending death threats to me?”
“What?” Wade snarled.
Mitch glanced from both of us before settling on me. “I didn’t send you anything.”
I shook my head. “Mitch, I’m not stupid. You know this, and you’re the only person who had it out for me, so I know they came from you.”
“Why didn’t you do anything about them?”
I huffed out a laugh. “They didn’t scare me. I knew you wouldn’t follow through with them.” I left off the “Duh” part. I shook my head again since I couldn’t believe what all
