Surviving the Storm

Chapter 5

Storm

I began to make my way back over to Logan, who was now talking to Asher. Asher was physically larger than Logan. So much so, that his bulk hid Logan from my view. As I was making my way over to where Logan and Asher were standing, Josh stepped in front of me, blocking my path. “Are you planning to go home with him?” he asked, pointing to Asher.

Looking at Josh, I decided I had had enough of his annoyingly macho attitude and chauvinistic double standards. I was still a virgin, but Josh didn’t need to know that! My life was none of his business. I was glad I was getting out of here before my eighteenth birthday. I didn’t want to know if he was my mate, but I hoped that he wasn’t. Josh had spent many nights and days ignoring me, leaving me to watch as he flirted shamelessly, and hooked up with girls by the dozens. He would flirt with anything with breasts right in front of me, and then brag to his friends about his sordid exploits right where I could hear him, as though it was something to be proud of. Then to add insult to injury, each night, after this shameless flirting and his sleazy s*x-capades with these random women, he would call me on my landline which was a dedicated line assigned to my bedroom in the Alpha residence.

These calls I would receive from him in the middle of the night, I wouldn’t bother to answer. So, on my answering machine he would leave his whispered declarations of love and undying adoration until he fell asleep on the phone. I had never answered a single one of his calls whenever he rang me. I would just lay there in my bed, in the dark, listening to the same old messages, and when he stopped talking, I would just close my eyes and fall asleep knowing deep in my heart that he was never going to change. This was who he was, and all he would ever be. A womanizing man w***e.

Now, standing here in front of him, I had had enough of his crap. Now that he could see that someone appeared to be showing an interest in me, he was annoyed about it and he had begun to think he had the God-given right to sabotage what he interpreted to be my new love interest by acting in the manner of a typical jealous boyfriend.

“Thank you for your concern Josh, but you can leave now, and take those two bimbos with you. Screw them and then just throw them away just like you always do. Like you have done with every other girl you have ever slept with and then thrown away, as though she was nothing more than yesterday’s trash. I don’t give a stuff what you do anymore. I couldn’t care less. But I am going home with whoever I want to and there ain’t a damn thing you can do or say about it.” 

As I spoke, the venom in my voice was coming through plain as day. Cameron was standing back, a short distance away from us with bimbo one and bimbo two, not wanting to get caught up in the crossfire of my heated exchange with Josh.

“Storm, is this what our friendship has come too?” Josh asked, looking a little shocked by what I had just said to him.

“Josh, since when have you ever cared about our so-called friendship? If you did care, you would never have treated me the way you have been treating me all this time. The only reason you care now is because it worries you that Asher is going to take me away from you, which is totally absurd, because I am not yours. It bruises your ego, that is all this is about. Someone else has taken my attention away from you, and you don’t like it. Your ego can’t handle it. So, now you are acting just like a tantrum throwing child. So, for the good of both our sakes, just go away. Run along and screw your way through a few more STD farms just like you always do, and stay the hell out of my damn business,” I hissed, glaring at him in distaste.

“Storm, you don’t mean that. You are just upset right now, that’s all,” he said, looking shocked at my words.

“The hell I don’t! You had your chance. You have had plenty of chances to be a good friend, and a decent human being, but you couldn’t do that and now I am done with you. I am so over putting up with your crap. I am finished with your mind games and having you mess with my head. And I am well and truly over your crappy behavior.  You can keep your crappy high and mighty attitude, and your suckful behavior, and your pathetic definition of friendship, because I don’t need your friendship and I don’t need you!” 

I looked over to where the two bimbos were still standing with Cameron, watching, and listening to our exchange in open interest.  “You girls should do yourselves a favor and get the hell out of here and away from these two before you make a mistake. These two will screw you tonight and then tomorrow they will act as though they don’t even know who you are. See, that is what they do! They use girls, then throw them away as if they are nothing but trash. They are a pair of assholes and they are not worth the heartache. Save yourselves the heartache and get out while you can!” I told them.

At my warning to the girl’s, Josh gave me a scathing look, then he turned towards Cameron and the two girls. The four of them then turned away and left the nightclub without another word.

Well, what could I say? I had warned them about what the boys were going to do to them, so whatever happened next, that would be on the two of them! I glanced over at Logan and saw the look on his face. He was trying to hide his smile at what he had just witnessed.

For a long time, Logan had known of the screwed-up mess I was caught up in with Josh. He understood better than anyone just how frustrating the whole mess was for me.  I walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a bear hug.

“I am so proud of you. He deserved your words and your temper. He is nothing but a selfish prick,” he told me, laughing. 

A few minutes later, Logan and I made our way out the door of the club and headed home.