Lessons In Revenge (Daredevil Book 2)

You're a walking std pole

Austin's POV

"What did you just tell her?" I hissed, glaring down at Nissa as she stood clad in a black, strapless mini dress and tall red heels; her long legs exposed. If she hadn't just driven away my lay for the night, I would definitely be taking the time to appreciate that a little more.

"Oh, I just told her that you're a walking std pole, and that you like to fantasize about dead bodies," she replied with a nonchalant smile and shrug.

"Seriously? Do you know how long it took me to clean up the mess you made when you started that rumor that I had a rash on my dick that doctors were calling a new kind of sex transmitted disease?" I glared, the memories of that awful month resurfacing, and making me shiver with horror.

She laughed. "Oh yeah, that was great. I outdid myself with that one."

"Women still literally kneel and inspect my dick for at least five minutes before anything happens, Nissa," I gritted out, and she glanced down at my crotch area before meeting my eyes, and lifting an eyebrow. "There's nothing down there!"

"Don't you think it's weird that you have to keep reassuring people of that?" She smirked, "Who are you trying to convince?"

"Of course I have to spend minutes trying to convince people that I don't have some new kind of disease that still baffles doctors," I gritted out. "You photoshopped pictures."

"Did I?" She tsked, giving my crotch area a dubious look, and I rolled my eyes.

"I put a lot of work into her, ya' know?" I huffed, gesturing towards the pretty brunette across the room, staring at me with a disgusted frown.

"Serves you right for being a dick to my pizza man," she answered, with a nonchalant shrug.

"He was a loser; I did you a favor," I gritted out.

"You're a loser and I did her," she nodded at the brunette, "a favor."

"Am not," I rebutted, crossing my arms over my chest, and she rolled her eyes.

"Are too," she scoffed.

"You're an asshole."

"Oh pooh, get over it," she replied, walking away. My eyes followed after her, taking her in, and I couldn't help but groan. One day I wouldn't want to kiss the living hell out of her every time I saw her. One day my brain would realize that she was psychotic.

"Did you hear?" Someone asked over the loud music, behind me, snapping my out of my thoughts.

"Hear what?" I asked, turning around to face Jeff.

"About Nissa's ex," he replied, taking a swig of his beer, and I gave him a puzzled look. "He's failing two of his classes."

I grinned. "Already?"

"Yup," he replied, "He's also here."

"What?" I asked, figuring that I had heard him wrong. There was no way in hell that the little piece of shit actually thought it was a good idea to come to a party in my apartment after what he'd done.

"Yeah, saw him walk in a few hours ago. I figured you would see him eventually." He shrugged, pointing his beer bottle behind me, and turning around I felt a growl rip through my chest when my eyes fell on the fucking coward.

Handing my beer to Jeff, I pushed my way through the crowd and towards him.

"You're an even bigger dumbass than I thought," I growled, grabbing him by collar of his shirt, before slamming him against the wall and pinning him there with my forearm. " So I tell you to stay the hell away from her, and that I'll beat the shit out of you if you piss me off, and you choose to come to my party and drink my beer?"