A losing plan

Chapter 3

"I'll talk to him," you assured Kayla absentmindedly as you listlessly pushed your uneaten food back and forth across your plate.

"You're distracted," Kayla accused after shooting you a sharp look that seemingly penetrated your very thoughts.

You raised your eyes and shot her a dark look.

"Gee, I wonder why," you grumbled. Kalya scoffed, obviously not appreciating your sarcasm. "Not only do we have an injured Preventer in our home -something most people here hate - but thanks to you, I also have to deal with the fact that he's messing with my head for a reason I haven't yet figured out. And now you're bitching to me because you're worried about Denzel blowing the fuses again?! I apologize if I'm not entirely sympathetic to your current problems," you ended with an irritated hiss.

Kayla crossed her arms -a defensive reaction if any -and glared at a passing guy who hastened his steps when he caught sight of Kayla's dirty look.

"You seriously need to get laid," Kayla grumbled under her breath.

"Excuse me?!"

"You heard me! Do you seriously want to deny it? Because I've seen the way you look at him," Kayla threw back at you in that haughty tone you hated and that too damn cocky smirk she shot you didn't help either.

Your foul mood grew even worse as you spat, "And how exactly did I look at him?!"

"You want him."

"I barely know the guy! How the hell can I want him?"

Kayla shrugged and haughtily told you, "Maybe you should ask yourself that."

It was only the fact that Lucy - who was totally ignorant of your foul mood or the current tension between you and Kayla - joyfully placed her plate next to Kayla that halted your spiteful answer.

"I told you to leave them alone, Lucy," Denzel muttered unrepentantly as he placed a plate of his own next to you not five seconds later.

You shot him a brief glare as the man sat down. You would bet everything you owned that Lucy showing up when she did was his doing!

"Maybe next time you should try doing so without that shit-eating-grin on your face," you muttered grumpily.

"What grin?"Denzel shot back, not bothering to hide his smirk.

You rolled your eyes, dropped your fork, and pushing your half-eaten plate away from you. Sometimes it was utterly hopeless to try and talk to these people.

"What were you two talking about?" Lucy questioned innocently, her bright smile slowly disarming you.

"[Name]'s sex life. Or was it the lack thereof that we were discussing?" Kayla questioned with a certain bite that made you want to lung across the table and scratch her eyes out.

Denzel - the fucker -actually dared laugh. His rich baritone echoed in the slightly overcrowded room.

"It's not funny," you grumbled darkly.

"I know, but laughing seemed like the better option. Or do you prefer me to cry rivers of tears for your lack of a sex life?"

You scoffed.

"So eum ...," Lucy trailed off, her face as red as a tomato. The poor thing was obviously still not completely used to Kayla's and Denzel's blunt way with words. Once she had your attention, though, Lucy innocently questioned, "Who do you want to dive in bed with?"

You stared at her with a mixture of disbelief and scandalous shock. A question like that should not be voiced in such an innocent voice! Denzel - who was still not much help to you at this point - only continued to laugh at your misfortune. Bloody asshole!