Broken and Screwed 2 (BS #2)

“Hannah, this guy bothering you?”


Her sister’s boyfriend to the rescue. From the gloating in his voice, I could imagine his entrance. White horse, metal armor, and maybe even a javelin? I shook my head. When I snuck a peek from underneath my eyelids, he wasn’t alone. Cord was with him, along with Kara’s boyfriend. No Jesse. Why did I never see Jesse with them?

I ignored the disappointment that fluttered in my chest.

“Keep going, guys,” Hannah clipped out.

She was annoyed and glaring at both Cord and Jamie.

“Walk, numbnuts.” Jamie warned the guy with a dark look. “She’s off-limits.”

“Shut up!”

Blood drained from Pick-Up Guy before he left. If he could’ve run without looking like an idiot, I knew he would’ve. Instead, his power walk rivaled some housewives I had witnessed in the mall. They wanted to burn rubber in bright spandex and would’ve been envious of his speed.

“You shut up, Hannah. I’m not going to listen to your sister bitch at me because I didn’t stop another guy from climbing in your bed. That’s all she complains about now. You! I’m getting sick of it.”

Derek clapped him on the shoulder. “At least she’s not bitching about you, man.”

Some of the tension lifted from Jamie, but not much. He continued to glower down at Hannah. “Stop being a whore on campus.”

My eyebrows shot up. The guy had balls.

Cord frowned. “Hey, man. We should get going.”

Hannah slammed her hands on the table and shoved to her feet. She glared right back. “Are you kidding me? You are a bigger whore than me. Why don’t you stop dicking around on my sister?”

He moved back a step, but the glower never left. “Whatever. You’re such a bitch.”

“And you’re an ass**le. We’re even.”

Derek stepped between them. “I think it’s a good draw. Let’s call it, hmmm? Jamie, march.” He jerked his head in the opposite direction. “We have to meet Jesse anyway.”

Jesse? My head shot up and tingles shot down my spine.

Cord had been watching me and a knowing look came over him now. A knot shifted in my gut and I fought from glaring at him. I didn’t want anyone to notice and start to wonder, but he seemed smug. Why the hell did he seem smug? My eyes narrowed. He had nothing to be smug about.

“Yes, run along.” Hannah waved her fingers at her sister’s boyfriend. “Go play patsy for the real star in your group. No wonder he’s a recluse around campus. Who’d want to be seen with you? I bet you use him to pick up even more chicks to cheat with on my sister.” Her lips thinned. “Is that what you do when you guys go out?”

Jamie’s scowl darkened and he jerked forward a step. His hand rose in the air, already fisted.

Cord drew him back. “Stop it. Now.” He turned to Hannah, “We didn’t come over for this.”

“Why did you come over?”

“To say hi to you and Alex.” At her disbelieving look, he held both of his hands in the air. “I swear. That’s all. The guy cut us off when he was coming over.”

“My business is none of yours.” She swept them with a cool cold. “None of you.”

Jamie looked ready to argue, but Derek pushed him forward with his hands on his friend’s shoulders. “Yeah, we’re leaving. See you both.”

Cord went after them, lifting a finger in a goodbye salute.

Hannah extended her middle finger. Before they disappeared into the crowd, Cord laughed back as he shook his head.

I had to give it to the guy. Nothing seemed to faze him.

Hannah folded back down on her seat with a huff. Her eyes latched on me with a deep frown. She asked, heatedly, “How do you know those guys?”

I wasn’t completely honest. “I’m in poly sci with Cord and Jamie.”

“Oh.” She seemed surprised. “Never mind then.”

My eyes narrowed. She was offended at first and that kindled some anger in my gut. What’d she think? I was hoping to use her to get to them? My anger was on a simmer as I asked, “Why?”

“Because I thought you screwed my sister’s boyfriend.” She didn’t mince her words. Then she shrugged, turning back to her bag. “That would’ve made sense why my sister hates you.”

I frowned. She seemed so casual about his cheating. A different thought came to mind. “Does he still cheat?”

“Oh yeah. All the time.”

I was blown away. “Serious?”

“Yep.” She pulled out a different book, along with a highlighter. “It’s my sister’s idea of being modern. She’s such an idiot.”

“What do you mean?”

“Technically, he’s not cheating, but I don’t care. Cheating is cheating. Jamie’s allowed to sleep around for another year. Tiffany has it in her head that if she doesn’t let him do his thing now, he’ll do it later. And she won’t let him cheat on her when they’re married.”