Page 216 of Fragments
“Not until you admit that you’rejealous.”
I rub my eyes in annoyance.Fucking children, I swear to God. And they’re both older than me!
“I’mnot,” Kang seethes. “Here, take your fucking soap.”
He whips the bar of soap at Ren, and it bounces off his arm, falling onto the floor and sliding a few feet. We all stop and stare at it.
Uh oh…
He dropped the soap.
“Go pick it up,” Ren rumbles.
“No way,” Kang scoffs. “You do it. You’re the one who loves bending over… Especially in the showers.”
“Really? Slut-shaming, fromyou,of all people??” Ren gripes. “You were pretty desperate for both of our dicks that time in my cell.”
I’m about to just go pick it up myself because they’re being such immature jackasses. But suddenly, a tall form emerges from around the corner, heading straight for the soap.
He has a towel around his waist, jet black hair, wet and hanging in his eyes. I can’t help the way I’m gawking, because I’ve never seen this person before in my life.
But he’s in here, so… he must be a new inmate?
They haven’t taken in a new inmate since Dash.
The guy bends to pick up the soap, then saunters directly up to us. He’s very tall, with at least three inches on Ren, who’s the tallest of the three of us. His pale complexion is a stark contrast to his dark hair, like aSnow Whitekind of vibe. More than anything, I’m fixated on him even having hair in the first place.
New inmates always have their heads shaved…
Peering down, his eyes travel over each of us individually. They’re a very interesting shade. At first glance, they just look blue. But upon further inspection, they’re actually a deep purple, almost like violet.I’ve never seen eyes that color before…
Remembering myself, I quickly cover my junk with my hands, because it seems weird to be standing here naked while this stranger assesses us with his oddly colored eyes.
From me to Ren, they jump, but when they land on Kang, they kind of stick there for a few generous seconds. Then he holds out his hand, offering Kang the bar of soap.
“I believe this is yours,” the guy says, voice deep and soft, with a British accent that gives it some casual elegance.
Kang simply blinks up at him, mouth hanging open. Dumbfounded. Speechless.
But as usual, Ren is none of those things.
“Who the hell are you?” he snaps at the guy.
The dude doesn’t answer him. He doesn’t even spare Ren a glance, just keeps staring at Kang, head slanted curiously.
“Are you alright?” He speaks to Kang only again, and this time, Kang looks like he might respond.
But Ren grabs Kang by the shoulders and hustles him away. “He’s fine. Don’t worry about him.” Ren snatches the soap out of the guy’s hand. “I asked you a question, asshole. Whothe hellare you?”
British dude’s eyes finally slide off of Kang, shifting to Ren. His facial expression doesn’t change much, but it seems obvious that he’s not that interested in getting to know Ren, which is surprising, to say the least.
Everyone’s always interested in Ren, even when he’s acting like a dick.
“My name is Trevel,” the guy finally answers, blithely. “And who, might I ask, are you?”
Ren ignores his question, glaring at him. “You new here or something? Why have I never seen you before?”
The guy—Trevel—glances at Kang once more, and I witness Kang swallow.
