Our Broken Pieces - M.E. Clayton Page 0,14

at Dillon. “I said, don’t ever touch my girlfriend again, Mills,” I repeated.

Dillon looked over at Mystic, who was silently standing next to me, my hand still holding her wrist captive. “What the hell’s he talking about, Mystic?”

“Yeah, Mys,” Margot added. “What’s he talking about?”

Chance kept his mouth shut, but that was probably out of loyalty. Even though he was shocked, he wasn’t going to question me when I was obviously bumping dick with Dillon in a bid for Mystic. Not that Dillon even had a horse in this race, but Chance was just being cautious.

Dillon straightened his back the second he saw me pull up all my six-foot-two-inches. He knew he couldn’t beat me, but he didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of Mystic. Especially, if he was trying to fuck her. Little did he know, guys like him didn’t do it for her.

I didn’t let Mystic speak. A dickhead move? Yeah. Definitely a controlling one. But if I knew Mystic-and I did-her pussy was soaking wet right now because of it. “How many times do I gotta fucking say it, Mills?” I snarled as I stepped in front of Mystic, my arm behind me with my hand still holding her wrist. “Mystic’s my girlfriend.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed, “Since when? Five seconds ago?”

I knew I was fucking shit up, and I knew there was a lot of shit I was going to have to explain to Chance. I also knew Margot was going to demand an explanation from Mystic, but it couldn’t be helped.

He shouldn’t have fucking touched her.

I took a step forward until we were within a foot of each other. “Since we were fucking fourteen-years-old, Mills,” I announced. “Since our freshman year.” I could hear a shocked gasp, and I knew it belonged to Margot. I knew it belonged to her because I knew Mystic was probably retreating into herself from what I’d just done.

I revealed our secret and there was no going back now.

“Bullshit,” he replied. “There’s no fucking way you’ve been dating Mystic for four years.”

“You don’t think so?” I taunted.

Then Dillon made things worse when he said, “I noticed Mystic freshman year, too, Gage, and she never had you around her. And I’ve had a thing for her for a while, so believe me when I tell you, I’ve been watching her and taking notice of her, and I have never seen you with her.”

He was right. It was true we never engaged in public. But I was right, too. Mystic Anderson was my girlfriend. In fact, she was a lot more than just my girlfriend.

She was my fucking everything.

I stepped aside and let Mystic have the floor. By now, a few people had gathered around to witness the showdown and possible fight between me and Mills, but I didn’t give a fuck. The cat was out of the bag and I needed Mystic to confirm everything I’d just said, or I was going to lose my shit on Dillon and take the rest of my issues out on Mystic.

If she didn’t beg for it so much, I might feel bad about it.

But she did.

She loved it.

“Mystic,” I said, letting her know this was her show now.

And doing what she did best-calm the beast-she pulled her wrist from my hold, but then placed her hand in mine and laced her fingers through mine. She gave me a small squeeze before looking up at Dillon and saying, “Gage is my boyfriend, Dillon. We...we just...uh, cherish our privacy.”

Dillon’s eyes flew back and forth between me and Mystic. “Bullshit,” he repeated his disbelief.

“Yeah, well, even if you don’t believe us, Mills, it’s my hand she’s holding now,” I pointed out. His face turned red and he knew the truth of that for what it was. “I don’t have an issue with you now, Mills, but if you don’t stay away from Mystic, I will.”

The crowd was growing, and so Dillon did the only thing he could do; he tried to save face. “Whatever, dude. I didn’t know.” He shrugged his shoulder, acting nonchalant. “There’s plenty of other skirts here.” With that, he walked off and left me and Mystic to face the music.

Once the crowd dispersed, Margot was the first to speak. “Are you fucking kidding me, Mystic?” She looked hurt and upset. “How could you not...tell me that…? I thought we were friends.”

Mystic let go of my hand and stepped towards Margot at an attempt for privacy. “I...I’m