Blaze & Ajax (Alpha’s Rejects #3)

I leaned against the bar on a Friday night next to Cueball, who nursed fucking water as I watched Stix bang on the drums with the band playing. While he was pretty good at it, I never understood what Stone saw in him. They couldn’t have been more different.

I glanced over at Stone, who was supposed to be carding people to get into the bar, but his eyes were glued on Stix. Stone was obsessed. I didn’t fucking get it, but to each his own, I suppose.

Cueball never dated anyone, never showed interest in anyone, never talked about anyone. He never drank, did drugs, or shared shit about himself. I guess I should’ve understood Stone’s obsessive nature since I’d been obsessed with Cueball for far too long. Not anymore, but it took a while to move on .

I chugged back the rest of my whiskey and ordered another from Pippin. I raised my glass to him since he wore earbuds all the time, and he couldn’t hear me. His red hair fell into his face, and he brushed it back with long fingers, looking terrified. His green eyes were always wide and a little panicky when I was around. I scoffed.