Chapter 22
" Smells like teen sluts"
Rochelle Quinn's POV:
Punch. Punch. Punch.
Sweat dripped down my forehead as I hit the boxing bag, my breathing coming out ragged as I stayed in time with the music.
Punch. Punch. Kick.
I hit without mercy. I hit as if the bag in front of me was infact a person, an attacker. My knuckles started to sting as I attacked relentlessly.
Punch. Kick. Punch.
Bulldog. Bulldog. Bulldog.
Punch.
He's gonna come back for all of us.
Upper-hook. Lower-hook. Punch. Punch. Kick.
I need to stop punishing myself like this.
I grabbed the bag quickly to stop it swinging out of my control. Taking a deep breath, I rested my head on the bag, straightening out my bruised fingers.
Pulling out my earphones, I headed to the kitchen and ended up being greeted by all the Jensen brothers.
"It smells like teen sluts in here, which one of you got laid last night?" I ask bluntly, grabbing myself a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
"I did." Kane smirked proudly, despite Kace sending daggers in his direction. "Kacey was left sleeping on the sofa."
I raised my eyebrow, high-fiving him. "Woah, good on you, Candy Kane."
He shook his head amusedly but didn't comment on the nickname.
"Rocky?" Keegan looked at me, a serious glint in his eyes. "Is there a chance that you have a pain fetish?" He questioned solemnly, eyeing my purple fists.
"There's a possibility." I shrugged, flexing my fingers out. "It doesn't hurt."
"Are you IED? Or something similar? You seem to have a lot of anger outbursts." Kane asked, taking a small sip of his coffee while leaning against the kitchen counter. His tone wasn't judgemental in any way, just curious.
Kade looked up from his phone for the first time since my epic arrival, "IED?"
"Intermittent explosive disorder." I replied bitterly, taking another swig of my drink. "And I don't believe I am. I just have a low tolerance for bullshit."
"Who has a low tolerance for bullshit and how can I ruin that for them?" A cheeky grin appeared in the doorway.
"Fuck off, Kenzie." I chuckled, giving him the middle finger.
"Wow, that really hurt my cold, dead heart." His hand went over his heart dramatically, feining sadness and shock.
"So stupid." The corners of my lips pulled up unwillingly as I stared at his exaggerated expression.
"You love it."
I snorted and shook my head at him, turning my gaze to see Keegan looking at me with a mischevious glint in his eyes.
"Shut up, Keegan."
He shrugged innocently, "I didn't say anything."
The doorbell rang just as I was about to respond. I glared at Keegan while Kenzie went to open the door.
Not even a moment later, a very loud, and familiar, voice echoed through the house.
"Woah, Rocky Rock Rock, why is there a smoking hot goth at your door? You better not tell me you were screwing this guy and you decided not to share?!"
I internally groaned.
Layton.
Rocky flipping Rock Rock?
I ignored the snickers behind me as Layton sauntered through the door, dragging Kenzie by his ear.
I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing along with Kenzie's brothers.
"You need to expl-" She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the other brothers. "You're screwing 5 dudes and you didn't share one?! How heartless are you?" She exclaimed, pointing from each of the brothers and murmuring little sentences to herself.
' Dirty blond, blue eyes, probably a God in bed. Oh lord, you have finally answered my prays.'
"Layton." I complained, finally drawing her attention away from the 'God like' cretins. "They're my foster brothers, I'm not screwing any of them."
Her eyes lit up at that comment. "I call dibs on that one." She smiled evilly as she pointed at Kace, who gulped at her.
I decided to save him, despite the fact that I didn't care much for what could happen.
"That might cause a problem or two." I hesitated in an effort to seem convincing, "Kace is kinda with someone."
Laytons smirk didn't falter at the new information, "I don't care." She stepped closer to him, crossing her arms. "You're hot. I'm hot. Lets screw."
It's safe to say that Kade nearly died from coughing up his drink.
And Kace looked fucking terrified.
It didn't take long for her facade to falter as she dived into a fit of laughter. "God you looked so scared, like.." She mimicked his previous facial expression, trying to regain her breathing. "Jeez, kid, I'm barely into guys."
It was Kace's turn to scowl. "So you're another one of her whores then? How much is she paying you?" He said, gesturing his head towards me.
Don't react. Don't react.
I clenched my teeth at his blunt rudeness, yet apparently Layton found his comment amusing.
"I find it funny how you think she has to pay for sex. Is that what you do? Are you honestly that desperate for a good fuck that you have to pay someone to fuck you? And you assume everyone is as desperate as you?" If I wasn't watching Kace's face carefully then I would've missed the way his eyes fell for a split second, before returning back to their cold state.
"Whatever."
Fuck this.
Kane caught my gaze, nodding his head. "I'll show you to the theatre, Layton. I believe Rocky will be joining us in a second." She followed him out of the room without sparing Kace a second glance.
I diverted my eyes onto the twin, narrowing them. "I understand you have an issue with me, fair play to you. I'm a bitch." I leaned forward, ensuring his understood how irritated I was. "You can call me anything, label me as a slut, I don't care. But don't ever label my friends with the same title just because they're friends with me."
I made my way towards the door, pausing for a split second.
"I think you're scared, Kace, you're a scared little boy who's afraid of getting attached to anything that can hurt you. You see me as a threat so you treat me as such." I took a deep breath, refusing to look back. "Don't shut your brothers out."
Layton peered at me as I entered the theatre room. She raised her eyebrow mockingly before holding up two DVDS.
"Magic Mike or Fifty Shades?"
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"Oh my god, Channing Tatum is so hot." My voice came out muffled as I continued stuffing the sweet popcorn into my mouth. "I want one."
"Alex Pettyfer is way better!" Layton argued instantly, groaning as we watched his character grind on another woman. "Look at his abs."
"Hell nah. Channing Tatum is basically a Sex God. Look at him." I pointed to the screen, exaggerating my point.
"He's old." She rolled her eyes as I stared at her in horror.
"You did not just say that."
"I did."
"You did not."
"I di-"
"Don't ever speak to me again."
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