Page 36 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Oh, shut up. You got that look.”

My eyebrows boomerang into my hair. “Swear to god, Bunny, if you know what that look is, I’m dragging you home right now and putting you in the cellar until you’re fifty-three.”

This amuses the monster. And she delicately deconstructs the cronut she has on a plate in front of her, shredding it to crumbs without eating it. Smiling at me. “I mean it,” I warn.

My threats aren’t worth the paper they’re written on, and she knows it. But if some randy bastard has been showing my baby sister “the look” after getting laid, he’s about to be dead meat.

“I’m a virgin,” she announces, “not a dimwit. I know stuff. I watch things.” God, please not porn, “now tell me who it is.”

“It’s no one,” I lie. Then. “It was a one off, now change the subject because I’m not comfortable talking about this stuff with you.”

She crows for a few minutes, begging me for details. Like hell I’d tell her it was Finn Maverick.

Though she saw us making out, she also knows he’s a straight manslut who’s probably screwed every available girl in our school.

Who knew all I had to do to get him to leave me alone was to put his dick in my hand.

As a family, we’re flying to Carolina this weekend for Theo’s first game of the season. I can’t wait to get out of town so I can stop holding my breath, expecting to see Finn’s scorn around every Manhattan corner.

For a guy who hates me, he’s spontaneously everywhere I am.

When I’m at the counter fetching her highness another coffee and a cupcake, I hear a deep voice and my stomach drops.

I don’t have to turn around to know Finn and his crew have walked throughCafé Bean. It takes everything in me not to look around as the server hands over the unicorn colored muffin.

Like an idiot, I’m desperate to put my eyes on him.

It isn’t as though I’ve waited for him to call. An asteroid would fall to earth before that happened. I’m not a moping chick, I know better. The other night was a giant mistake for him,I know that.But my aching dick doesn’t have that kind of logic. My dick is pure feeling and wants me to turn around so I can see Finn’s face after days’ worth of drought.

It’s not Finn who approaches me though, and my spine locks up when I hear from behind me. “A unicorn cake for a fairy. How cute.”

Bates is a dipshit. He’s always been a dipshit who’s followed Finn’s lead. I’m sure the guy can’t find his asshole without Finn telling him what to do first.

I turn to find him smirking like he’s made the queer joke of the century.

I’ve heard them all.

Made a few of them myself.

Does he think he’s the only bigot I’ve met in my life?

I’ve always been openly gay. I was the first grader who got into the tools to take things apart to figure out how they worked. But I was also the kid wearing my sister’s princess dresses. And it was normal in my house. I could do and be who I wanted to be without judgement. Without my parents freaking out because I wasn’t playing with therighttoys.

I know not everyone is as awesome as my family.

Some latch onto their homophobia like they expect dicks to fly at them. I’ve experienced the hate.

Bates is nothing.

Queer bashing is all about the lack of their humanity and education. Their hearts have no acceptance for anyone who isn’t their mirror image. It never stops bothering me though.

My eyes drift across the café to see Finn is sitting at the window table, surrounded by girls. Staring at me. He’s caught his best friend’s gay slur, and he’s smirking like a proud father.

Okay, that hurt.

Switching my gaze back to the irritant in front of me, he’s leaning on the counter giving his order, but looking at me.

“You want something, Bates? You’re staring hard enough. Ask me, I’ll let you get on your knees if you beg.” The server girl chuckles. I’m stony faced, pissed off that I’ve let Finn get to me again.

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