Brian’s POV

“Vengeance is going to be fucking pissed he lost,” Johnny laughed out. What the hell did that gnome just say? “But I had my money on you anyway. You just made me twenty bucks richer.”

Fuck... Are you fucking kidding me?! I saw the cake MJ carried, dropped from her grip and landed by her feet. Her eyes went wide and her jaw hung open. „Fucking hell...” I cursed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. This was not supposed to be happening right now... This was her fucking birthday for crying out loud!

„Good one, dipshit,” I hissed, getting to my feet and rushing after MJ. How the hell did he even know about the bet? Oh I swear I was gonna kill someone, slowly and very fucking painfully. Did he ever stop to think before he spoke? Did he honestly not know how fragile that little blonde was? Hell, any girl for that matter would take a knife and stab my gut if they found out I fucked them only because of some stupid bet. She walked in the house and I can’t believe, but I even felt fucking guilty. Why did I even care? Why was I running after her? I shook my head. ‘Cause I’m a dick and I just ruined her birthday. „MJ, wait!”

Would she just stop for a moment and let me fucking explain? I was out of the fucking bet, I couldn’t care less for Matt’s sweet ass car, hell I’d clean his garage for a year straight if only that would stop MJ from running from me and let me say what I wanted to fucking say, „MJ it’s not what you think!”

Oh great, throw me the middle finger. Throw in another one just for the joy of it, hell borrow Dice’s hands and flip me another two, because why not? I was an asshole, but even assholes deserved second shots. What was it with girls? Could they just for once stop their stuppid tantrum showoffs and hear a guy out? What did I have to fucking do? Beg on my knees just for her to let me explain myself? Not denying that I would.

She was almost in arms reach, before she slammed the front door straight in my face. A load growl left me as my palm slammed on it. I had to take a deep breath to keep myself from exploring the insides of a jail cell. The idea of running back to the patio and hitting all the living shit out of Johnny fucking Christ felt really fucking tempting, I can tell you that.

Maybe it would be best if I just left her alone? I rested my forehead against the heavy oak wood door, feeling the frantic heartbeat in my chest. Why was this ripping me apart so fucking badly? So what if she stormed out? Not my fucking problem, well actually it was, but I never had cared if a chick got pissed at me for what I did in the past. Like I couldn’t get a new slamming material. Please... I should just go to Johnny’s, point to a girl and she was mine. That’s how easy it was for me.

I was about to step away from the door and walk away, give up on the whole situation, before I heard a deep voice sound from the other side of the door. I knew that voice, I’ve heard it from somewhere, but I couldn’t quite get my finger on it who was the one talking.

With a frown I opened the door just to see her shithead of an ex forcing her in his arms. I had to take a moment to swallow the chunk. Was this guy in-fucking-sane? How stupid can you get to show up at a party full of dudes who were ready to kick his ass only if he laid a finger on her? And it seemed he was using more than a finger right now. Hell, the blood started boiling in my veins and I was certain I’d be behind bars in the next couple of hours. Maybe even a life imprisonment for killing the guy.

„Well... this is just grand,” I said, bringing his attention to me. Was I angry? Absolutely. Pissed? You bet your sweet ass I was fucking pissed, but not as much as the dude realizing his plan had a big fucking hole in it. And that was the reason behind the sly smirk on my face as I leaned against the door frame. „I have to give you credit for your courage tho, I mean trying to steal something from Dice’s house? You have big balls, man...”

„Get back inside,” He growled and I just laughed, a tad amused.

„Nah,” I crossed my arms over my chest, „I don’t think I will. It seems the real party is over here.”

„Mind your own business, before I—„

„You what? You beat me up? Yea, we both know how that one ended,” I mean I still had bruises on my face, but it had been a lot worse for prince insane right over there, „First of all, to make a shitty attempt at throwing a punch at me, you have to let her go, which you don’t wanna do ‘cause she’d run away, secondly, my arms are free and you ... better let her go.”

For a second he just stared at me, considering all the pro’s and con’s on his little situation. As for MJ? I think she was going insane from the fear, but if I really went for a good punch, there’s a big chance I’d knock her out, so I had to play my cards well over here. Don’t get me wrong, the only thing I wanted to do at the moment was give that moron a good beating, but with MJ in his arms? Not an option.

„What’s going on here?” My eyes landed over a frowning Dice, who was struggling with her belt. Why was her pants... Never-the-fuck-mind. Once she saw MJ struggling to get free, her eyes grew wide and I swear she was gonna jump him right then and there.

„Dice... ple-ease...” MJ cried and I swear she broke my heart right then and there.

„What the fuck are you doing, Malcolm?!” She raged, brushing her fingers through her fiery locks. „Are you—HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”

I swear that chick didn’t know fear, cause she just stepped down the porch and went to grab MJ out from his arms. Dice pulled MJ away from him, wrapping her arms around her petite little body as the dude just eyed her confused, pissed, irritated – pick your poison. Simply saying – he didn’t look pleased. „I-I...” He started, obviously in shock.

„You-you what?” She continued and I swear it was quite a show. The crying MJ took it a peg down, but hell, it was entertaining to watch that little spitfire show the guy his place. I didn’t even notice Matt and Jimmy show up on the porch. „You know, shithead, I could kill you and you know I won’t go to prison for it. Keep fucking pushing me...”

Dice guided MJ over to us, never once breaking her eye contact with the psycho ex. „Take her,” She said to Jimmy who just blinked on the view. Uhmm... okay? Jimmy? She... just... Wasn’t she on my side? Felt a bit hurt to be honest. Jimmy disappeared with MJ and I was about to turn around and go after them, but Matt stopped me, putting his hand on my shoulder,

„Don’t,” He said simply.

„Look, Malcolm, I have it up to here. I warned you that if you pull another stunt like this – we’ll meet in court, so get your suit ready, asshole.” I heard what Dice said, but somehow I couldn’t turn around to look over the view. I was trying to figure what the hell did Matt’s look mean? He was warning me?

„We should leave, Gates,” He said quietly. What the—„This is our que, Dice knows about the bet...”

„What?”

„Johnny walked in on us and spilled everything,” He explained. This isn’t fucking happening...

And before I knew it I was jerked back and a fist had a very firm contact with my face. I had to bent forward to hold my balance, struggling with the pain in my nose. Once I straightened back up I saw the electric anger in her gaze, her chest was raising and falling at a frantic pace and it seemed like she wanted to punch me again. Only this time with something heavy. Like a pickup truck. Finally she hissed through her teeth, „Out.”

„Dice, at least let me—„

„Let you what?” She stopped to be just a mere inch from my face, making me feel small and worth absolutely fucking nothing. „You used my best fucking friend, Gates... If I see you anywhere near her ever fucking again, don’t think for a moment that I won’t kill you.”

I was left speechless... I can’t see MJ anymore? She was joking... She had to be joking. And if that’s the case, it was a lame ass joke, ‘cause I wasn’t laughing. That was some straight up bullshit! How could she tell me what I could and what I couldn’t do, if she was the one to hook me up with her? She knew who I fucking was, she wasn’t as naive as MJ to think I would marry the girl! „Come on, Gates,”

Matt pulled me away from the redheaded bitch I wanted to pulverize so fucking much, „And Sanders you can forget everything that ever happened between us, ‘cause that’s not happening ever again.”

Dice’s POV

It had been a little over a week since MJ’s trainwreck of a birthday and all I wanted to do was just smoke this tiny little wonder we knew as a fucking joint and watch Simpsons. Which I was doing by the way. My feet rested over the glass coffee table as the joint raised to my lips. Even tho I was a person of gamble the shit they did to MJ... fuck, that was some next level fuckery. I wouldn’t had anything against if I had been their prize of their stupid race, ‘cause as I mentioned earlier, I like to gamble and I don’t care what happens with me. I have a good time and I’m satisfied, but if you pull that shit on MJ... Well... That’s really not the way of getting on my good side.

„What’s this, Dice?” What’s what? My puffy eyes moved to look over my wonderfully tattooed blondie holding a letter in her slender little fingers.

„A letter?” I questioned shortly before I tilted my head back and took a good drag.

„I can see that...” She mumbled and I just prayed to god for her to leave it be and don’t mess with my great buzz. Hell, right now I didn’t want to mess with no one and I darn well didn’t want for no one to mess with me. I was floating through life, trying to forget my aching core which longed for that amazing cock Matthew Sanders possessed. No. Dice. No. We’re not talking to him since he had his part in the little gamble. „An invitation to court?”

About that... I didn’t lie when I said I’ll drag Malcolm’s good for nothing ass to the court and the letter was an approval of my words.

„What did you do?” I? I didn’t do nothing. Yet at least. I took the very last drag, before opening my eyes to look over the smoke filled living room and to throw the remainders of the white wonder in the ashtray. Remember kids, if a stranger offers you drugs, say thank you cause those fuckers are expensive. Had spent my last twenty bucks for this stash.

I didn’t reply and just started surfing through the channels, nothing really catching my interest.

„Lucy Reed!” My head turned slowly to her just to see her reading the letter a expression of pure shock to her face.

„Just- just put that down...” I sighed, falling deeper in the couch and fixing my eyes on some kind of a pizza commercial. Can someone please bring me pizza? Without onions? Thank you!

„What the hell does this mean?!” Suddenly MJ was waving the paper in my face. Shit. Should’ve gone to the beach and made some sweet love to that Mary Jane there. At least no one would mess with my trip there. Other than some hobo’s and stray dogs. „I didn’t ask you to do this!”

„I have no idea what you’re talking about...” I replied. Hell, I wanted to get Malcolm behind bars and I darn well would try to make that happen, but in the end I’d be satisfied with a restraining order too. Anything that kept him from MJ would be cool with me.

„Call it off,” she said sternly, crossing her arms over her beautiful boobs.

„Excuse me?”

„I said call it off,” She repeated.

„Now why would I do that?” I replied not really interested in her yelling. I was so high I believed even if a bomb hit our house, I couldn’t care less.

„I’m not gonna testify against him!” Well, there really was no need for that, ‘cause I could make the jury believe she was insane and get other people to testify against Malcolm. Easy. „Dice, I swear to god if you—„

„Don’t threaten me, MJ. You know that has no effect on me.” And with a wide wave of her arms and a loud growl she stormed out of the room, finally leaving me be. Thank fucking god for that. Fucking finally I get to enjoy these add’s all by myself. Or so I thought until the door bell rang. Fuck... I’m too lazy and too high to get that. „Argh... MJ! The door...”

So now she steps off my case and starts ignoring me? A heavy exhale escorted my bare legs to the door. This better be worth it. Fuck, South Park is starting? There’s no way I’m missing that!

„Dice, I need to talk to MJ,” I heard a deep voice say, my eyes still glued to the tv as I leaned back to avoid missing a single second of that super awesome show. „Please, just let me—„

„Upstairs.” I said simply, not even caring who the fuck was there at the door as I walked back to the couch, gluing my eyes on Kenny. In the first five minutes of the show, the fact that someone was at our house had completely left my mind, I was simply that high and the show was simply that entertaining. By then I strongly believed I was a unicorn and could shoot laser beams from my eyes only if I really wished to.

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