Fang’s eyes traveled back to me, and then back to D, challenging him. From the corner of my eye, I could see the tick in Kill’s jaw flickering from the amount of strain it was under.
D’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t back down. “I was just protecting her from your STD-infected ass; that’s all.”
The whole table snickered—except for Kill.
“I think you're worse than Kill when it comes to your conquests.” D smiled at Kill with a gleam in his eyes. When Kill had started his pretend manwhore routine, D was convinced he knew it was going to happen before it began. Besides me, Catcher, and Gemma, nobody knew the real truth about where Kill had spent his nights.
“Why are you being such an asshole? Did she not give you the time of day?” Fang asked, putting his arm on the back of my chair like he was staking his claim.
“She just got out of a bad relationship. I'm not the dick who hit her,” he said, putting emphasis on his last statement. “I think Kill was right, Faith. You do attract scum. You should stay single.”
D's angry words settled low in my belly. I looked at him, dumbfounded that he had no problem sharing my drama with the rest of the world. I scooted back, knocking Fang’s arm off my shoulder.
Jessie and Amy did the same. They glared at D, waiting for their lasers to warm up in their eyes so they could disintegrate him where he sat. Kill touched my hand, and I glanced down at him, wanting to get away before I said something hurtful to D.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I said, shaking off Kill’s hand and walking away. Jessie and Amy were right behind me.
I heard Van tell D he was being an asshole, but I was too far away to hear what Jet and Kill were saying to him. I assumed it was something along the same lines.
When I reached the bathroom, I walked into a stall, locking it behind, me not ready to face my friends. Great, now I was the girl who ran to the bathroom. Ugh.
“He's just being an asshole, because he doesn’t know how to talk to you,” Jessie said from right outside the stall.
“He's trying to protect you in some weird way. Men are stupid, Faith,” Amy said, making me laugh and roll my eyes.
I unlocked the door, and they both peeked in to check my hysterics level.
“It wasn’t even D. It was the reminder of Jason. I hate him always hanging over my head, making me feel pathetic.” I washed my hands, refusing to look at myself in the mirror.
Jessie came up behind me, and spoke quietly into my ear. “You aren’t pathetic. You got away. I'm so proud to call you my friend. You did something my sister Toni couldn’t.”
I leaned my back into her, and she wrapped her arms around me. Silently wishing that Toni would find a way out of the relationship she was trapped in. Jessie needed to know the bad guys could be vanquished.
“I want a hug,” Amy said before putting her tiny arms around us.
The three of us were laughing when two drunken women stumbled in. “Oops, didn’t know this was one ofthosetypes of restaurants.”
They giggled, and Amy sauntered over to them. Jessie and I turned and waited for the show.
“Yep, it is one of those kinds of restaurants. I ate her taco earlier, so which one of you is next?”
The two girls’ eyes went wide, and I snorted at their reaction.
"No takers? Darn, I guess I'll see you later ladies. I'll take my two sexy asses for tonight. Come on, bitches.”
Jessie and I followed Amy out, both of us trying to suppress our laughter until we were far enough away.
"Oh my god. We can't take you anywhere," Jessie said before we reached the table.
"Please, those judgmental idiots deserved so much worse," Amy said, giggling.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jessie told her, laughing.
Unfortunately, the Houndmounds were still at the table when we returned. Most of them had girls sitting on their laps. Kill's lap, thankfully, was skank free. When D noticed us, he stood up and walked over to me with a horrified expression.
“I’m sorry, Faith. I just want you to stay safe.”
I put up my hand, cutting him off, not wanting to hear any apologies. “Don’t worry about it, D. Let’s just forget it,” I said with a big smile.