Kiss and Break Up - Ella Fields Page 0,67
do what I want.
All my thoughts were blown to dust when Jackson leaned forward. “Willa told me some stuff last night.”
“That your dick is worth your parents divorcing after they find out you’ve been screwing each other?” Lars burped, laughing.
Well, well. I was tempted to ask Lars how he’d found out, but I just snickered instead. “Nice.”
Jackson’s head shook, and he looked like he wanted to smack our heads together. “Shut the fuck up. And no, she told me that things got heated between Peggy and Byron, but she stopped it.”
“Heated?”
Jackson scratched at his cheek. “They were making out, and he was touching her, but she told him to stop.”
Everything turned red. I jolted to my feet, then swayed.
Jackson pushed me back down on the couch. “Sit down. You can’t do shit without getting expelled, and he’s not even here. I saw him leave about ten minutes ago.”
“Like I give a fuck if I get expelled.”
Jackson sighed. “Apparently, she was all messed up over you, didn’t know how she felt and didn’t know what to do, so she slammed the brakes on and bit the hell out of his lip.”
I said nothing, my vision still spotting.
“You see the cut on his lip?” I frowned, remembering it and the way people had called Peggy a savage. “She bit him to make him get off her, then Willa and Daphne stopped the limo.”
As Jackson kept talking, I remembered where I’d been while this was happening between her and Byron. Inside the dark warehouse feeling like I’d been stood up, like the sorry son of a bitch I was.
She’d had to bite him to make him stop.
I should’ve tried harder. I shouldn’t have left her with him to go drink my feelings away. I should’ve pushed even more. I was Dash Thane, and I didn’t stop until I’d gotten what I’d wanted. But this time, I couldn’t handle the challenge, so I’d stepped back, hoping that for once in my life, I wouldn’t have to demand I be given something. Something that couldn’t be bought or handed to me.
Standing, I set loose a string of curses so foul that Jackson stared at me as if he was waiting for me to explode. “I’ll kill him next time. I’ll—” Jackson pushed me back onto the couch, and I stood back up, getting in his face. “Quit doing that, asshole.”
His green eyes flared. “She was his girlfriend, and you fucked around, playing games instead of being straight with her.”
“I was straight with her.” But then I’d bailed, leaving her confused, like a coward. I blinked, stepping back and scraping a hand over my hair.
“Where’s Peggy?” Kayla asked, wrapping her arm around mine.
I shook her off. “Get gone before I throw your ass out the window.”
She gasped, then laughed. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Hey, Kayla,” Lars said, a lift to his lips as he sank back into the couch cushions.
She stopped, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she fluttered her lashes at him.
“Word is that your boy just left with Annabeth.”
Her brows pulled. “What?” A laugh tittered out of her, then her expression fell. “No way.”
“Left about fifteen minutes ago,” Jackson said.
Kayla’s lips cracked and her shoulders visibly shook as she raised a hand to her forehead. “You’re lying.” Yet her tone lacked conviction.
I didn’t know if he had, and I didn’t care. So long as he was nowhere near me right now.
“The hell would we lie about something like that?” Lars flicked a hand at her. “Never mind, believe it or don’t, just fuck off before we catch something.”
Her face contorted in outrage, but she didn’t hang around, and neither did I.
After stumbling to the room to find my phone, I made it to the stairs before Jackson grabbed my shoulder and hauled me back. “I swear to God, you keep manhandling me, and I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” he asked, a look in his eye that said he could do with an outlet. “If you want out, I’ll take you home. You’re wasted. You’re not going anywhere else.”
I needed to see her, and this shithead was intent on stopping me.
Peggy. Fuck me. I wanted to throw myself down the stairs, guilt a pulsing beat in every vein in my body. It repulsed me to know she’d been mauled by that dog, but now I’d broken her too.
Lars joined us as we filed downstairs, Raven nowhere to be seen.
“Take me to Peggy’s,” I said as we climbed into his truck.
“No.” The truck roared to life, the headlights illuminating