“The fuck she doing here?” Ares sneered and even did one better to put a protective hold around the little rabbit. Like I’d eat her or something if I got too close.
Bow picked up on this action and shoved him off her. In fact, she shoved him so much she eventually got him to get out of the booth and let her out.
“Come sit with us,” she chanted, definitely in a different place than the last time I’d seen her. Last couple times. I wouldn’t mind sitting with her, but the rest of the guys not so much.
Ares was currently looking at me like he wanted to strangle me when Thatcher brought me to the table. Wells appeared to be indifferent, and Dorian, well, I had a hard time reading him. He sat there observant to it all but gave no input. He had his big honking fists together as he analyzed the situation.
“I owe her at least a burger, don’t you think?” Thatcher stated, taking one of Ares’s fries out of his basket. The whole table was filled with empty baskets, and I wondered how much food these guys had already consumed before we’d gotten there. Dorian had a couple of stacks with different colored wrappers, and I noticed the basket in front of him held some kind of wrap instead of a burger. Maybe he had different tastes than his friends. I didn’t know.
Nor did I care.
I was too busy trying not to watch him while Thatcher pleaded his case for me, the big guy shoving himself into the booth on Wells’s side. The table jutted forward, and Wells smirked.
Thatcher shoved Wells’s head before throwing an arm behind the booth. “She saved Bow. I’m buying her a meal.”
Ares’s expression darkened. “None of us pay for this shit, you asshole.”
“Yeah, my dad’s footing the bill.” Wells chuckled. He put his hands together. “Anyway, Thatcher is right.” Wells eyed me. “So you’re pretty good with a bat, then, huh?”
I didn’t know about all that, both Wells and Thatcher jostling each other like they had some kind of joke going on between them. This made Ares roll his eyes, but Dorian didn’t appear so amused. He was chillingly calm while he sat there next to Ares, silent.
Dorian shifted his broad body left. “Wolf, make room.”
Ares’s jaw dropped. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Dorian shot him a look, definitely not kidding. Anyway, after the command, the dark prince faced forward, shoving his wrap into his mouth. He stared outside the window, and one would have thought someone had shoved a scoop of pure lard in his mouth with the way he sneered around his lunch.
Dorian may have invited me to sit, but he hadn’t wanted to. In any case, Bow seemed ecstatic to have me there today. She sat across from me while I occupied the little space Thatcher left for me.
“You’re going to love the food,” she said, ringing the buzzer. Apparently, this was a sit-down place once inside. A guy came up and took my order, and despite being a meat eater, I decided to try the vegan chik’n wrap. Since that was the only wrap on the menu I assumed that was what Dorian was eating, and I wondered if he was a vegan.
I didn’t know why I order
ed it, for something different I supposed, and Ares had something to say about it the moment it arrived.
“You would eat that shit too,” he grumbled, getting a wrapper thrown at him from Wells. It seemed Wells took pride in all the food that was on the menu, seeing as how this was his dad’s burger franchise. Wells even mentioned his dad put the vegan option on the menu because Dorian asked him if he could. I was right in guessing Dorian was vegan. Ares tossed a hand. “I’m just saying. This girl just can’t help but be fucking different.” He showed his wolfish grin. “A little fucking noisemaker.”
“Aww, isn’t it cute how the two of them always fight?” Wells crooned, and Thatcher busted out laughing.
Thatcher tipped his chin at Ares. “Like an old fucking married couple. Right, Wolf?”
Ares’s sneer deepened. “Fuck you,” he gritted, but then growled at me. “And I’m not into chicks who look like they could be my goddamn twin,” he said, surprising me. He threw a balled-up wrapper at Thatcher. “I’m not as vain as you and wouldn’t date myself.”
I wouldn’t date his ass either, the sentiment shared, and I so did not look like him. I mean, we were both tall, I’d give him that. We had dark hair and similar skin complexions too, but in his case, his attitude alone made him unattractive to me.
“Your thoughts are shared,” I said, making him bare his teeth. This guy really didn’t fucking like me, but since I’d called him a bitch on that first day we met (and maybe a time or two since), I’d also give him that. He didn’t have to like me, and I didn’t have to like him.
And Dorian was staring at me again.
His chocolate-brown irises didn’t lift from my direction, watching the exchange between his buddy and me with interest. Maybe he was noting what his boy said about us looking alike, and he was deciding that was just another reason to tuck me farther into the back spaces of his mind. I mean, who’d want to pick up something with someone who looked like his fucking friend.
And why are you thinking about that?
Dorian Prinze was a fucking asshole too, and I wouldn’t entertain anything with him either. He was a bully, point blank.
“Sorry I’m late. You guys save something for me?”
I whirled around at the sound of my brother’s voice, and his eyes shot out of his head upon seeing me.