Enemies With Benefits

(12) Less Talk-y

Less Talk-y . . .

I stared at him; my eyes still open in pure shock.

It didn't last that long though because before another second went by he was torn away from me. Using the back of my hand I wiped away any traces of him kissing me.

"What the fuck," Gabe yelled angrily and shoved the guy against the wall. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Jeremiah?!"

"Do you seriously want to fight me over some slut," Jeremiah asked and raised an eyebrow, seeming unmoved by Gabe.

"I swear to God, J," Gabe said lowly. "I will fucking kill you!"

"If I got a dollar for every time I heard that one," Jeremiah said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

Gabe stepped closer to him until they were basically touching noses. "Don't you ever put your fucking hands on her ever again in your fucking life, you hear me," Gabe threatened.

"Am I supposed to be scared of you, little bro? Because you're doing a horrible job," Jeremiah said smirking. "But hypothetically speaking –" he said rolling his eyes. "—what if I did touch her again?" He leaned to the side a little and winked at me.

"You really don't want to go there with me, Jeremiah," Gabe said and slowly shook his head. "That'll be the last time you ever touch anyone."

I sighed. "Gabe," I called out trying to get his attention.

"Yeah, that'll be the day," Jeremiah replied, his voice thick with sarcasm.

"What's with you and the fucking sarcasm," Gabe asked incredulously.

"Gabe," I tried again, this time a little louder.

"I think you're confusing the sarcasm with my personality," Jeremiah said with a sly smile.

"Well, you and your personality are stupid as fuck," Gabe said.

"Gabe, I swear ---" I started to say.

"Oh, really," Jeremiah asked and tilted his head. "That's not what your girl was saying."

I watched in shock as Gabe turned beet red. He wound his arm back, hand clenched into a tight fist.

"Gabriel," I screamed just as his fist was about to come in contact with Jeremiah's face. He moved his hand just in time and he punched the wall beside Jeremiah's head instead. Plaster fell from the wall because of the impact he had.

Gabe stepped away from Jeremiah, his eyes narrowed to slits. He turned away from him and stormed past me into his room.

I stood frozen. I stared at the hole for what seemed like an eternity before I looked towards Jeremiah who looked just as shocked as I was. His entire expression changed within an instant and he winked at me. I quickly dropped my eyes to the floor and walked into Gabe's room, making sure the door was closed behind me. Leaning against the door I stared at Gabe with wide eyes.

"Hey, Gabe. When you're done with the slut send her over to my room," Jeremiah taunted from the other side of the door laughing.

Gabe jumped up from his position lying on his bed. "Fucking come at me, bro," he yelled fuming. He came over to where I had the door blocked and tried to move me out of the way but I stood my ground.

"Stay here with me," I tried and grabbed one of his hands.

"He just called you a slut, again, Chloe," he yelled with anger. "I'm not letting him get away with that!"

"I've been called way worse," I said waving a dismissive hand. "Just please don't go fighting him over me."

He groaned in response and let go of my hand. He slumped back over to his bed and flopped onto it. "I hate that dumbass," he said, his voice mumbled by his pillow.