Twenty One
Remington
“ F uck!” I yell, kicking my dresser and knocking everything over. I pace my room, tugging at my hair to find some relief from the swirl of emotions that threaten to consume me. A knock sounds on my door but I turn away. I don’t want to see anyone right now. Unfortunately, my fucking best friends didn’t get the memo.
“Remy,” Nix begins. Hearing his voice has me clenching my fists. When I stormed out of my room after Fallon, I lost control seeing his hands on her. I snapped.
“What?” I bark, looking out the window.
“Man, you need to calm down,” Gray steps in, his tone firm but concerned. “We get it, you’re pissed, but this isn’t helping anyone.”
I whirl around, glaring at them. “You don’t understand—“
“We do,” Nix interrupts, holding his hands up. “We know you’re all tied up over Fallon, but is it just this obsession or more?” These guys know me, and they know I’ve been out of control since my little fox stormed into my life.
“It’s both,” I groan. “She’s…different. Fuck that sounds so cliche but it’s the truth.” I shove my hands into my joggers as I continue to pace.
“Aw, our boy’s in love,” Nix teases, but then he loses the smile and continues. “But if you really want to be with her, you need to do damage control. Losing your shit won’t fix this.”
Gray nods, stepping closer. “Exactly. If Fallon means that much to you, you need to show her you’re in control, not out of it. The girl looked pale as a ghost when she saw you hit Nix.”
I shake my head, still fuming. “It’s not that simple. You saw what happened.”
Nix steps closer, his voice low but insistent. “Remy, you’re one of the toughest guys I know, but right now, you’re letting your anger control you. If you want Fallon to see you as her protector, not another threat, you need to calm the fuck down and talk to her.”
Their words start to pierce through my anger, making me see the bigger picture. My shoulders slump a bit as the vision of Fallon’s scared face comes to mind. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
“You’re right,” I finally admit. “I fucked up.”
Nix claps me on the shoulder. “It’s nothing that the Remington motherfucking Frampton can’t fix,” he laughs. Gray busts out laughing beside him, causing me to join in.
“I can’t wait ’til you fuckers find the right girl. She’d have to be tough as nails to deal with both of your special blends of bullshit,” I laugh, knowing Nix and Gray are into sharing.
“Yeah, I don’t see that happening anytime soon,” Gray argues, looking at Nix.
“You say that now.” I sigh, looking up at the ceiling.
“Be prepared to be twisted inside out,” I warn. They both chuckle but soon they’ll know what I’m talking about. I feel for the poor girl they set their sights on.
“I’d apologize about the face.” Gesturing to Nix’s busted lip. “But you did touch my girl,” I tease. I know neither of them would step in my way with Fallon, but after she’d stormed off from me then I saw her on the stairs. It’s like every emotion I was trying to keep a lid on boiled to the surface, and Nix happened to be my unlucky victim.
“Chicks dig battle wounds. I’ll just tell them they should see the other guy.” Nix’s laughter booms through the room as we chime in.
“Alright, now get the fuck out. I need to make a plan.”
I pull out my phone and click the tracker app I installed on Fallon’s phone last night. Should I feel guilty for invading her privacy? Probably. Do I? Abso-fucking-lutely not. I also stored my number in her phone, because why not?
Her phone pings on the map, showing me she’s in her dorm. My good little fox, I’m coming for you.
Remy:
Meet me at the Compton Observatory beside the science building at 8pm, little fox.
It takes a minute but I see the second she reads it. I don’t expect her to respond. Hell, I don’t expect her to be ready either but I don’t care. She’s coming with me even if I have to throw her over my shoulder. She’ll learn how serious I am and if others happen to see, well then I’m killing two birds with one stone.
Now it’s time to call in some favors.