Dealing With Him

XII

I always thought that having hangovers were horrible. A throbbing headache that couldn't seem to go away, how everything seemed louder than it actually was. The way you wanted to crawl in a hole and sleep for a million years -- the after effects of s*x with Dylan was just as awful. The only thing that was different was how it wasn't a throbbing headache and instead, it was throbbing between your legs.

"Do you need me to massage your legs?" Dylan asked when I tried standing up from the bed and fell flat on my face.

"No," I grumbled, "Because you're going to try something and then we're going to be stuck in this bed all day when you have work and I have to start looking for a job."

Dylan smirked, "Both of us know for a fact that you wouldn't mind that."

I smiled lazily and grabbed the bed to sit back on the bed.

"I think you should rest today, love. If you try moving you're going to end up breaking your legs."

My face warmed up and I grabbed Dylan's sweater from the ground, pulling it over my body, followed by my underwear. Dylan put some sweatpants on and picked me up, resting me on the front of his body.

"Damn, you're light," he said with a chuckle and kissed the top of my head.

I muttered many curses under my breath and buried my face in the crook of his neck, closing my eyes.

"Good morn--"

There was silence and then Brianna was howling with laughter. Dylan put me on the couch and walked to the couch, coming out with a muffin. He handed it to me and I mumbled a, "Thank you."

"He f****d you up," Trey said with a grin.

"Literally," Brianna added and smirked.

"Oh, leave them alone," Owen said and patted my head. "Don't act like you two haven't been in this position before."

"That's because I'm the one making people look like that," Trey said, gesturing his head to me.

"Sure you are, Trey," Owen muttered, "sure you are."

Trey glared at Owen. Dylan sat next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I unconsciously smiled and put my legs in the sweater, snuggling into his chest.

"She's like a little baby," Brianna cooed and pinched my cheeks. I grunted and pushed myself away from my best friend, holding my cheeks.

"Leave me alone," I whined. "I'm in pain."

Everyone chuckled and I frowned.

Bunch of bastards don't understand the pain, Clarke muttered.

Agreed.

A knock at the door stopped everyone from laughing. Brianna looked at the door as if it were cursed and walked towards it, opening the door.

"OH HELL NO!"

The door slammed and she stomped into the room. Dylan stood up and walked towards it, opening the door.

"What the f**k are you doing here, Fiona?" He spat.

My eyes went wide and I looked at Brianna, who was fuming with rage.

I opened my arms up and she helped me up. She handed me two crutches she just so happened to have and I snorted, using them to get to Dylan. He looked down at me when I arrived and sniggered.

"I wanted to talk to you," she said. She turned to me and I could see a ghost of a smirk on her lips when she checked for a mark. This bitch... "If you don't mind," she added, looking at me.

"This isn't high school anymore, Fiona," I said and rolled my eyes. "If you have something to say to him; say it to me. Unless..." I trailed off and glared at her. "You were here to try to make him swoon over you like you tried throughout high school."

Fiona narrowed her eyes at me before plastering a fake smile on her face when she looked back at Dylan.

"I have to talk to you about something important, alpha," she said and bit her lip.

"Then talk," Dylan said roughly.

"Alone."

"I don't think so."

Fiona glared at me murderously before turning to my mate, saying, "I just wanted to remind you that you have a meeting day with the pups this afternoon."

My eyes went wide and I looked up at Dylan to see him nodding nonchalantly.

"That was nothing that had to be told to me privately, Ms. Jackman," Dylan said and rolled his eyes.

Fiona nodded and winked at him.

Then the unthinkable happened.

Did she just kiss my mate?

Like, a full-on kiss?

That's lip rape.

She turned to me with a smirk.

"Jackman," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Spears," Fiona sneered.

This b***h thought that I was telling her goodbye.

There was a long silence before I raised my fist and brought it to her nose. Fiona screamed dramatically with pain.

"You b***h!" She screamed.

I pounced on her, continuing to punch her until all that was seen was cuts and blood.

"Never come near my mate ever again, you slut!"

Dylan pulled me off of the b***h and I immediately began kicking to get back on her and finish what I started.

"Bring her to the hospital," Dylan said with a sigh.

"No! Let her die!"

Owen and Trey chuckled while Brianna was giving me two thumbs up. She followed her mate and best friend out.

Dylan brought me to the couch and sat me down. My chest was heaving up and down with anger and my body seemed to be shaking.

"Calm down, love," he said and kissed the top of my head.

"No!" I snapped. "She kissed you! She literally raped you with her lips -- she-she harrassed you! I'll kill her! I'll--"

Dylan pressed his lips against mine and I felt my body go so limp I mistook myself for a puddle for a few seconds.

"I didn't kiss her back," he said after pulling away. "Only you, love."

I smiled and pecked his lips.

"Were you two a thing in the past?"

Dylan suddenly groaned, "Worst mistake of my life."

I chuckled.

"She ended up wanting me because I was next in line for alpha. She cheated on me countless times and tried blaming it on the people she practically seduced before having s*x with them. I broke up with her and then told myself not to go to any other girl until I have my mate."

"I see," I mumbled.

"Why do you hate her so much?"

I shrugged.

"We used to be high school besties," I answered, "until I received a rumour about myself that Fiona started."

I scoffed.

"The little b***h told the entire school that I had some sort of STD. All the guys avoided me for months and all the girls made fun of me. I got her back when I cut some of her hair off when she fell asleep during history. But, ever since, we haven't really been fond of each other."

I sighed dreamily when I remembered the amazing sight of seeing Fiona sobbing her head off with her hair in her hands.

"You're a demon," Dylan said with a smirk and kissed me.

"I'm your demon," I corrected and kissed him back.

"Just never do that again," he said.

"What? Punch someone?"

"No. Never kick me. It hurt."

I chuckled and pecked his lips. "No promises."