Page 45 of Twisted Heathens
“If you’re going to be a dick, we may as well stop,” Hudson yells.
Well, that’s pretty much guaranteed.
I march over, hating how angry I feel right now. This isn’t me. I don’t feel shit like this. He seems to think I’m coming to talk, but as soon as I’m close enough, I smash my fist into his stomach. Doubling over, he grunts in pain. I can see the appeal of violence now.
“Think I’ve earned the right to be a dick. Fuck you, buddy,” I shout back.
Turning my back is a mistake. Next thing I know, my legs are swept out from underneath me, my head connecting with the hard ground. Hudson looms over me, his face twisted in a mask of rage.
“Screw you, Nix. You think I don’t feel the same way?”
“Yeah, well, I don’t see you doing shit about it!”
Hudson grabs me by the scruff of my shirt, his face close enough for spit to hit my cheek. “You have no fucking idea. None at all,” he mutters darkly. “Don’t talk about shit you don’t understand, or we’re going to have a problem.”
“Guys, come on. Let’s not do this again.” Kade sighs.
“Piss off,” we both reply at the same time.
A few punches and insults later, we’re walking away and dusting ourselves off. No point dragging it out, we both just needed a release. Kade prefers to suffer in silence, pointlessly scrolling the internet for legal arguments and loopholes. Waste of time if you ask me.
Eli’s another breed altogether. For an unsociable guy, he’s breaking records at the moment. Completely retreated into himself, his nose always buried in a book. Yet he never seems to finish it. In fact, I think he’s been reading the same page for a while now.
“Let’s just go back to the room,” I say, dusting myself off. “We got some more beers off Rio.”
“You really need to stop bargaining with him,” Kade chastises.
“I’ll pay him back, don’t worry. He knows I’m good for it.”
“I could use a drink,” Hudson chimes in moodily.
We trail back to Oakridge in uncomfortable silence, the mood sombre. Things between us have never been so tense. The repercussions of Brooklyn’s attack on Hudson has been hard on all of us, but no one knows how to fix this mess. Not while we’re wrapped in fear of what’s happening to the little firecracker that barrelled into our lives.
I’m aware that I’ve become too attached, too quickly. Doesn’t change a damn thing though. Every night, those stormy eyes invade my dreams. Her lips on mine, body fitting against mine fucking perfectly, sweet cunt wrapped tight around my dick. Best kiss of my life. You bet that when she’s out, nothing’s going to stop me from doing that again and more. Anything to bring some life to her, that reluctant smile devastating my heart with a mere look.
“Hudson! Baby!”
Britt’s shrill voice rings out across the quad. She’s spotted our group, chasing after us. Stupid bitch. Flinging herself at Hudson, he’s forced to peel her off and take a big step back. His facial expression says it all.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere. I miss you.”
She’s whining again and Eli swiftly departs, literally striding away without a second glance. I know he can’t stand her voice, but now me and Kade are stuck. We shift awkwardly as she gapes at Eli’s retreating back, turning to meet Hudson’s obvious rejection. It’s actually pretty entertaining, watching her get crushed into a million pathetic pieces.
Just me? Oh well.
Hudson runs a hand through his hair, lips pursed unhappily. “I thought I told you to leave me alone, Britt. We’re done, for good. It’s over.”
“Baby, what are you talking about? Quit messing around already.” Her voice becomes gradually more hysterical as she latches onto his arm. “Don’t do this, Hud. You need me.”
“Listen to me, we’re through. That’s it. No more,” Hudson barks.
Fat tears begin to roll down her cheeks, sparkling satisfyingly as her heartbreak takes root. It’s fucking hilarious if you ask me.
“Don’t say that. Please,” she whimpers.
Hudson grits his teeth, forcing some patience. “That’s the truth.”
Bursting into loud, echoing sobs, Britt hangs off his body. Clawing at his shirt like some kind of deranged kitten while mewling her pathetic begging. Fucking hell, I should’ve run while I had the chance. She barely weighs a thing with her protruding bones and stick thin legs, so Hudson swiftly places her back on the ground.