Chapter 3

“Who the fuck do you think you are, crazy bitch?” the boy with strong British accent asks getting up and for a minute I’m puzzled on whether he’s talking to me or someone else. But the way he holds my gaze with a glare of his own makes it clear that I’m the one he was talking to… Interesting.

“No, no, no, who do you think you are putting your hands on me? Do you have any idea what I can do to you?” I take a step towards him. It really seems like this fucker has no idea who I am. Don’t worry though, I was willing to introduce my fist to him again.

I was kind of a chill person, barely spoke unless spoken to, but don’t push my fucking buttons because I was also violent and angry as fuck. I get pissed off really easily and I don’t hesitate to use my hands, it’s how I was raised. He never hesitated to put his hands on me, so I don’t hesitate either. This guy really wanted me to use my hands and nothing makes me happier and more satisfied than using my hands.

“No, but I know what I can do to you, the name’s Logan. What’s your name sweetheart?” he grins dusting off his jeans, but his eyes set on mine. See? He wants hands.

“This is unbelievable” I mutter under my breath and look around to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating this. Sure enough, we were still in a crowded party most people minding their own business unaware of the murder about to happen. So, he thinks he can disrespect me in front of all these people and hit on me? Fuck no “I want you to apologize”

I knew he wouldn’t, I just wanted to have enough reason to break his jaw. Not that I didn’t have enough reason, but I’d hit him harder with that as a drive.

“Apologize? Apologize for what? Offering you a good time?” he scoffs out a laugh then eyes me from top to bottom. I know I’m hot, but I’m very clearly doing it for the women.

The lights were pretty dim and I couldn’t see much of him but I could tell he was one of those cocky bitches who easily got what they wanted. And thought they were so good-looking cause of how easily they got easy girls. It’s sickening really.

“I guess that can work” I shrug. It was unbelievable that I was still keeping my cool to be honest. Austin would be pretty proud.

What can I say, I like to play with my prey sometimes.

“Tell me you’re kidding me baby” he slurs taking a step towards me.

“Don’t call me that” I shove him back.

“Oh yeah? What do you prefer then, sweetheart?”

“I prefer you apologize” I grit my teeth clenching my fist. I couldn’t stand disrespectful men. Scratch that, I couldn’t stand being disrespected by anyone because I knew what I was capable of and it wasn’t fair for amateurs to be tasting my patience.

“Oh yeah?” his eyebrows raise. Bitch wasn’t taking me serious at all. “So, you think you can punch me, disrespect me then demand for an apology? Bitch you’re mistaking. I don’t know what goes on around here but I am definitely not the kind of guy to get pushed around by a la-“

Aaaand I punched him, yeah, I did it again, he was talking a whole lot of nonsense and needed to shut the hell up. That seems to do the trick and I’m grinning as I feel as my knuckles come into contact with his hard clenched jaw then watch as he stumbles back a bit before finally gaining his balance. Not hard enough Ali.

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” he yells as the ‘fight, fight, fight!’ chants begin and I’m more than ready to settle the score with this bitch. I hadn’t even realized we were attracting attention, but what better way to teach a bitch a lesson than in front of his stupid flock.

“The fuck is wrong with me? You’re the one going around thinking it’s right to put your hands on anyone. So, if you ask me, you’re the one with the problem.” He’s lucky too that I was a bit high and not in a fighting mood.

“You’re fucking crazy” he states slowly taking steps behind.

“You bet your coward ass I am” I take a step towards him, I want to kick his jaw in. It’s not enough Ali.

Unfortunately, I’m pulled back by a hand around my shoulder and I quickly turn, ready to start another fight. Who had enough guts to pull me out of a fight? I had to know. I’ve been in plenty of fights and only two people have the balls to pull me out of them-

“Fuck Nine” Austin grits as he looks at the crowd “We leave you out of our sight for a few minutes and you start a fucking fight? Unbelievable” he shakes his head and I sigh. Of course it was them.

“Out…” Drew speak and I look over at him pressing my lips together silently cursing at him as my nerves start to relax. “Don’t make me carry you out of here, you know I will if I have to” he adds and with that, I sigh and follow Austin as he walks back to the basement. Drew has done that several times, in almost every fight I get into and it is very embarrassing.

“The fuck were you thinking?” Austin starts his usual lectures before we even settle in the cozy basement.

“No, no don’t you fucking start with me because it was his fault and I had a right to do what I just did” I point both of them as I start pacing the carpeted floors. I feel like maybe I haven’t done enough. I have so much pent-up frustration, it’s not even a joke. Pushing my fingers through my hair, I let out a huff and close my eyes trying to calm down my beating heart and racing thoughts. You haven’t done enough Ali. You’re not enough Ali.

“Of course you did, and I would punch him too if you weren’t such an awesome fighter” Drew lightly punches my arm pulling me out of my trail of thoughts and I raise my head and glare at him. I know what he was trying to do.

“Strongest girl in the world” Austin adds punching my other arm. I hated them.

“The only strong bitch in the world” Drew winks at me and I pout and look away. My friends were dumbasses.

“Ooh see, hot gets hotter.” I pout harder slapping Austin’s hand that was reaching for my waist and they both laugh. I plop back on the couch and sigh looking around at the few familiar faces walking around the basement, most of the people were crowded around the pool table watching a game. I look back at my friends…

“This is not making me feel better” I cross my arms across my chest and Drew smiles as he grabs a bottle of beer from the mini-refrigerator.

“Beer?” he wiggles his brows.

“Yeah” my glare softens. Nothing fixed problems quicker than good music, the right drink, and a blunt.

Austin sighs plopping next to me on the couch “Where’s the hot chick you were with, I thought she was lucky enough to get a free ride to Cain town tonight.”

I grunt remembering the girl I was talking to a few minutes ago as I rest my head on Austin’s shoulder… Bet she’s half way out of the country by now back to where she came from. “She’s gone, I guess. That son of a bitch scared her off”. I can’t believe I lost a potential hook up and a fight all in one night.

“What do you mean that son of a bitch? You’re the son of a bitch” Austin points out and I blink slowly, watching as Drew walks over with the bottle in hand.

“Hmm?” I hum.

“You’re the one that scared her off, I’ve seen you mad Cain no one sane would stay there for that crap.”

“It’s her lose anyway” I shrug taking the bottle from Drew. I knew no one sane would stay for me, that’s why I never tried.

“And that’s why I always say, fuck them before they get to know you” Drew points at me.

“It doesn’t-“

“Fuck them before they even learn your name” Austin adds.

“Rail them and walk away.”

“No looking back” Austin nods and I cringe looking at the boys I was between. I already knew all this, it was our motto. I was once naïve, yes. But I’m better now and didn’t need this stupid reminder.

“Shut the fuck up guys, don’t you think I know all that? I’m the last person you should be giving that talk to. If I want a girl, you both know I can get her and drop her within seconds” I chug my drink.

“Here we go with the bragging again” Drew rolls his eyes and I smile.

“What? It’s true I get them quicker than you guys do, I’d bet with you if you didn’t lose every time”.

“How does every girl just-?” Austin asks.

“Easy, they want to test out their sexuality” I shrug.

“So, in short you’re a lab rat?” he asks again… Damn, why put it that way?

“Yeah, and that’s why I don’t get attached, I do my thing and walk away” I lean on the back of the couch throwing my head back and shut my eyes. None of the girls gave a shit about me and that’s why this was okay, because I didn’t have any shit to give either. “Plus, I have a bigger dick than you guys combined” I mutter my eyes still closed and snort a laugh when Austin winces before he starts bitching as always.

**
“Fu-uck” I groan first thing when I can finaly open my mouth. I’m alive? Shit.

What is the worst feeling you’ve ever had? Shut up, I’ll tell you mine. Hangover, it has to be the worst feeling in the entire world, the ringing in my ears, the headache, the nausea, the pain, the-

“Alcohol should be banned” I mutter under my breath, scared to open my eyes.

“Tell me about it” a sharp, loud voice replies in a cheery tone and I’m forced to open my eyes regretting the decision immediately when I’m met by this bright light literally burning my eyeballs. Damn, I think I was actually dying and seeing the light everyone always talks about.

The sharp pain shoots up immediately to my head and I groan again, my eyes becoming teary before I cover my face with my palms. What the fuck… “Oh my god, I am so sorry about the curtains. I just thought you’d need some light and fresh air?”. You know it’s a dumb reason when even the person giving it is unsure of it.

I take a deep breath to try and contain my irritation. I was not a morning person add a hangover, and I’m a ticking time bomb.

“Would you mind lowering your voice and shutting those damn things.”

“Shit… I am so sorry” her voice is still so loud that it makes me wince. Why is her voice… painful? I feel like it’s piercing my eyeballs, eardrums, head… just… What-

I run a hand over my face and sit up slowly propping my elbows on the bed then take a deep breath, and slowly open my eyes glad to find a bit of darkness in the room. My eyes almost immediately meet with these bright blue ones looking at me with so much intensity, they flutter shut again before I then open them. A blonde? I fucked a freaking blonde last night? No, the fuck is wrong with me? It is never a good idea to have a one-night stand with blondes cause if the fuck is good, they get attached then they’ll want more. And I don’t have more.

“So, I’m Lacey”… Shit.

“I don’t need to know that” I grumble my voice hoarse, throat dry, and hurting.

“Sure, you do, I mean if this is going to happen again-” she goes on, her tone hopeful. Damn I’m too hangover for this.

“Please stop” I raise an open palm to shut her up. “This is a one-time thing, nothing will come out of this. I don’t need to know you, you don’t need to know me” I mutter my head pulsating, I didn’t think I had to explain this. If you want commitment get a wife or a husband, why the hell would you think you’d get commitment after being fucked with a drunk girl at a party?

“But I thought you enjoyed what happened last night”. I don’t even remember what happened last night lady. But she doesn’t need to know that.

“Of course I’d enjoy being with a hot woman like you, but then again I’ve been with a lot of hot ladies…” I trail off, my eyes fluttering shut again.

“I just thought we had something-” Jesus fucking Christ.

**

“You did what?!” Austin laughs as I take a sip of my midday coffee.

“She was throwing tantrums, saying how good I made her feel, and how she wants that again. I’m sorry you’ve never made a girl feel that way” I point Austin exaggerating a bit just to annoy him with a smirk on my lips, though I was feeling anything but smug. I watch Drew leaning back in his chair and adjusting his sunglasses. It feels good knowing his hangover is worse than mine. We were seated in the open balcony at Drew’s place, enjoying the lovely breeze and quiet that came with being out here.

“And so, you gave her your number?” Drew confirms.

“I had to, but I won’t pick up when she calls or reply to her texts. I just did that so she could shut the fuck up cause my head was hurting.”

“You couldn’t think straight, huh?” Austin snickers.

“Dude, when do I ever?” I chuckle.

“You sure you’re not in love?” he teases me and if I was strong enough, I’d probably punch him not so lightly.

“I don’t even remember her freaking name. Don’t remember much of what happened last night either except for that jerk…” There are things that can never be forgotten.

“Whatever happened between you two must have been phenomenal to have her begging for your number” Austin says adjusting himself in his lounge chair and I scoff.

“Come one, it’s me we’re talking about. Of course it was.” I shrug and chuckle as Austin throws a paper towel my way.

“So… What are your plans today?” Drew grumbles.

“I have to go see my parents and I heard Casper is throwing a killer party at his house tonight” Austin yawns.

“I’ll be there, but I have to go to the construction site first. I don’t think I have any classes today” Drew mumbles. I can’t believe he would go to the site when he looks so fucked up. But a man’s go to work, I guess.

“Ugh I have two classes then I’ll hit the gym, have an appointment scheduled with the stupid agency that won’t let me go, so I don’t know if I’ll make it to Casper’s” I mutter as I get lost in the beautiful color of the clear sky.

“Justin won’t be there”. These words are like music to my ears, just like the music I’ll be listening to tonight at Casper’s.

“Then I’ll be there” I smile.

“How’s your modelling going by the way? Last I checked you wanted to quit” Drew asks and I sit up the topic already frustrating me. I was desperate when taking this stupid job and now I can’t just quit and drop out of a contract.

They would disappear for months making me think I was done then bounce back with a job for me for their poor products like women sports wears or stupid beauty products no one should be using. They helped me in my moment of need though.

“I wanted to and I still do but they won’t let me, they said I signed a contract for 5 years and I have to pay a large sum of money to get out of it, I can’t afford that crap.” I regret the moment I decided to do this even knowing I had no choice being threatened and blackmailed.

“You know we can help right?” Drew speaks up.

“I don’t want your help. I can do it on my own” I lay back down. We weren’t having this conversation. They had already helped me through way too much.

“Cain- ” Austin calls out.

“No guys, I got myself into this and I’ll get myself out, trust me” I sit back up with a grunt. “Now come on, I need to shower and prepare for my stupid classes.”

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Still building up the story… Hope you know a little about Cainine now.

Re-editing S.C here again, hope you’re enjoying the book so far, comment my people, whatever the hell you wanna, press the star shaped thingy and let me know you exist… the next chapter might just pop up.

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Current 2025 editor and I want to clear things up. I have nothing against blondes, neither does Cain. It’s just a funny misconception her and I made up. All of you are awesome and equally annoying, there’s no competition.