Page 8 of Mistaken Prejudice

“Hey…” I hesitated answering back, half wondering why Miles was here, half eyeing Diesel for his reaction. So far, it’s okay.

I was mad at myself for the joy I felt when I saw him. If you can judge a guy by his friends, this one was a blatant asshole considering whom he picked as a boyfriend.

“So our tour was cut short before it even started,” he said, his eyes darting to Diesel. Well, with the way Diesel was eyeing him, I couldn’t blame him.

“Anyway, I was thinking maybe we can continue it tomorrow?” He flashed his perfect white teeth in a smile that looked genuine.

And fuck is he pretty. The warm colors of the fading sun did nothing but make his skin glow, and his eyes seemed so blue that you could mistake them for purple. Hold on, Andrei. Remember he has a guy already?

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

A frown replaced his smile. “And why’s that?”

“Because he said so, you little fuck,” Diesel growled and stepped forward.

“It’s okay, Diesel.” I tried to hold him back.

“No, it’s not. This fucker was at the cafeteria earlier, dry-humping himself all over that little piece of shit.”

Miles was tall, but Diesel was taller, and yet he didn’t bat an eye when Diesel leaned over him and blew out the smoke in his face.

“Excuse you?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You thought I didn’t see how you jumped on his back like a bitch in heat?”

“Diesel, I said back the fuck off.” I was surprised by the amount of anger that floated through my body. My best friend turned to look at me, taken aback by my harsh tone. Confusion was written all over his face.

“What the hell, Chica? Already managed to catch feelings for the bitch?”

Anger boiled through my blood, and I was very close to losing my shit, and for what? Diesel trash-talking a guy I barely knew.

“I’m being serious, Diesel. Back. Off.”

“Fine,” Diesel snarled as he turned toward the truck, making sure to bump into Miles while doing so. I followed him until he got inside the truck. Slamming the door behind him, he reached for the radio and put on some rock music. His eyes not leaving us for a moment in the process. Looking away from Diesel, I sighed and shoved my hand through my hair.

“Nice friend you’ve got there,” Miles offered.

“Like you’re one to talk.” I crossed my arms. Sure, Diesel was being a prick right now, but Miles was in no place to judge.

“You’re right. I probably should apologize for Shay-Lee being an asshole. He’s like that sometimes.”

I’ll admit his apology was surprising, but I still didn’t want to hear him talk about his boyfriend.

“Listen, it’s really okay.” I gave him my best attempt at a smile because I was half disappointed, half pissed off. “You’re not responsible for his actions even if you’re dating and—”

“What?” He looked confused.

“Fuck. What I mean is, I don’t blame you for the way your boyfriend acted, like, I don’t hold it against you.”

Miles’s face lit up as he started laughing. “Oh, hell no!”

“What the… I’m trying to be nice, and you are making it very difficult.”

“You just got it all wrong.” He stopped laughing and straightened up. “So, so wrong.”

“Care to clarify?” I grumbled.

“Shay-Lee and I are friends. Best friends, but we’re not a couple.”