An ill mouthed girl with a fiery temper and bad attitude comes across a blonde headed stranger in her bed whilst covered in something strange. His friends are just like brothers and family soon becomes a tight nation to them all as Sloan grows close...
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Sloan
He was smashing everything he could, foot protruding through the windows, the glass echoing throughout the street, an angry growl leaving his lips with every hit. I knew his anger was far stronger than I was, but I didn't care, storming over toward his beautiful figure and pushing him as roughly as I could, forcing him to tumble and hardly catch his balance. He glanced up with so much heat and pure infuriation I almost flinched. He quickly made his way over - shoulders tense and ready to kill - but as I raised my hand to strike him upon the cheek, he latched himself onto my wrist before it could connect with the flesh, shoving me back against the car with a raging alarm, aching my ears, and drew himself impossibly close. He was shaking. "Wanna try that again, sweetheart?" His tone was so bitter.
"Fuck you." I growled.
"Whatever, princess. Go run back to your posh prince."
"He's on his way to the fucking hospital you psycho!" I yelled, smacking my hands against his chest as it let out an audible thud. "Did you think you were fucking cool?" I pressed, hissing angrily. "Huh?" He didn't respond, looking away and pushing himself from our engaged position, hurling his fist into the metal and denting it fascinatingly. He let out a groan of pain, the blood trickling from his split knuckles an imprint upon the scratched paintwork. It wasn't much of a car anymore. "Fuck you." I muttered again. "Fuck you for making me think you actually felt something for me-"
"You think I'd be this way if I didn't?" He was raging. An incompetent hunger residing behind the pure fury aching around him. "Your a smart girl, McCain. Don't act fucking dumb. It's not a good look."
"Oh what, and psychotic and aggressive is?" I snarled. "Fuck off."
"Why don't you?" He growled. "You followed me here. You keep telling me to fuck myself. You went to slap me. You are the cause of this... this... thing!"
"I didn't cheat."
"You did." He growled. "You didn't say you loved me, either." He confessed.
"Oh, so because I didn't give you what you wanted, you decided another girl could?"
