Not really, but I’d rather look at him than Archer and Jaz smacking face.
Shoving my hands in my pockets, I walked over to his side. He leaned against a well-manicured tree, trying desperately not to look like a creeper—and failing a bit. Jacob must’ve seen me approach him, but he purposefully avoided looking at me, keeping his scowl on the maze and the two heads he was able to see above it. They were so far away they were just blobs now, but it was enough. He could imagine, just like I could, what Archer and Jaz were doing.
Locking lips with greedy hands.
“Imagine seeing you here,” I spoke under my breath, finally causing the scowling Jacob to glance at me. Just a quick look; it was almost like the man didn’t want to stare at me too long, and I couldn’t help but wonder why that was.
“I’m here for Jaz,” he said, his arms folded across his chest. He was obviously unhappy to be here. Or maybe it was me. Or, again, the fact that Jaz was with Archer.
“That’s exactly who I’m here for, too.” I waited a moment before saying, “I assume she told you?” When Jacob’s glare was on me yet again, I clarified, “That she refuses to pick one of us?” Okay, she hadn’t exactly stated it like that, but paraphrased, that was what she’d said. She needed all of us, AKA she would just keep us all and not have to choose.
I mean, that was a ballsy thing to say, wasn’t it? I could respect it…even if I wasn’t happy knowing she was with anyone else.
“Yeah,” Jacob muttered. “She told me.” His voice lowered, and he sounded as bitter as can be when he added, “At the worst possible fucking time.”
What could be the worst possible fucking time? I wondered. Obviously it had been a time when they were together, away from Oliver Fitzpatrick and her mother; I didn’t think either of them knew how close Jaz was to all of us. The worst time, in my mind, for Jaz to tell me that she wanted to continue seeing other guys while also seeing me would be when I was balls deep in her, trying to keep the animal tamed inside.
Hold the fuck up. Was that when Jaz told him? When they were fucking?
It was my turn to glare.
I planned on glaring, and I also planned on saying something—a few choice words that would have to do since I couldn't stab him—but suddenly a second presence appeared next to me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, knocking into Jacob. The both of us were silent as we turned to look at the newcomer.
Just the super quiet, super eerie Vaughn, who’d literally popped up out of nowhere like a fucking ghost.
I pushed off of Jacob, resting a hand beneath my leather jacket, above my fraying shirt, right over my heart. “Next time you’re going to scare a guy, fucking warn him first, okay? Not cool, dude.” I wasn’t scared, but Vaughn had been abnormally silent. Hell, I hadn’t even known he was at this party until now. Until he showed his face and his apparently golden stalking skills.
Hell, this guy could’ve gone the whole night without revealing himself to us. Talk about creepy.
Vaughn’s dark eyes were even darker under the moonlight, his black hair looking like pitch-black darkness, save for the bit of light it reflected from the moon. His tattooed hands hung limply at his sides; he wore all black, blending in with the darkness of the night. He said nothing as he studied me, and then Jacob.
I glanced between him and Jacob, asking quietly, “Have you two ever officially met?”
Jacob let out a grunt and a shake of his head, while Vaughn muttered a soft, “No.”
“Jacob, Vaughn. Vaughn, Jacob. And I’m Dante Storm, but you two already knew that. We’re all dating the same girl.” I lifted my arms, moving them behind us and slapping their backs as if they were good friends of mine. “See? Now we’re all caught up.”
“Don’t fucking touch me,” Jacob muttered, pulling himself away from me.
Vaughn did the same, though he was much quieter about it.
I had to roll my eyes at them. Jesus. You’d think, since we were all pretty much on the same page, this wouldn’t be so, you know, awkward. Of course, this might be easier if we were all best buddies dating the same girl, but