My first reaction was to feel hurt by that. I clenched my fists, anger coursing through me as Davey continued to laugh. I punched him as hard as I could and threw him to the ground violently. “Why you little shit,” he hissed as his eye began to swell.

“Shut the fuck up David!” I snapped and walked off. I had to find someone. Anyone. I looked around and spotted Kitty. She was the biggest emo slut I had ever met. She had slept with Davey quite a few times.

“Hey Kitty,” I said, walking over to her. She smirked at me. She came over and basically shoved her giant boobs in my face. “Hey Eli,” she whispered seductively. She had been after me for a while.

I grabbed her wrist and dragged her over where I saw Sam talking to Quinn. Sam glanced at me nervously. I pretended to ignore her and began to make out with Kitty. We pulled away and I smirked. “How about my place tonight?” she asked. I nodded. “Sounds good,” I said with a wink. She smiled joyfully and walked off to get to class.

Someone tapped on my shoulder and I turned to face Sam.

I raised an eyebrow. “Um, am I tutoring you still tonight?” she asked quietly. I mentally cheered. That meant she had overheard Kitty and I. I shook my head. “Can’t. Having sex.” I walked away from her feeling happy.

My eyes landed on Sonny and I hurried over to him. “Sonny!” He jumped and looked terrified but then realized I wasn’t with Davey. I smiled at him easily. “Look Sonny, I need you to do something for me alright?” He nodded. “S-Sure Eli. Anything for you.”

“I need you to tell Davey I can’t hang out with him tonight because I’m sleeping with Kitty,” I said casually. He gulped. “Do I have to tell him?” he squeaked. I nodded. “Yes. I’m really not in the mood to kick his ass.”

I was fairly sure Sonny wasn’t in the mood to get his ass kicked. Still. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair before heading off to class.

***Davey’s POV***

I slammed my front door when I got home. That fucking bastard. “Davey? What’s wrong? What happened to your eye?” mom asked in concern as I walked into the kitchen.

“Fucking Eli,” I growled as I grabbed myself a beer out of the fridge. Mom frowned. “What did he do?” I shook my head and rubbed my temples. “Bastard is going to sleep with Kitty.” Mom remembered Kitty. I had slept with her a lot.

Mom sighed. “I don’t like you sleeping with bitches like that Davey. I don’t want them to give my son an STD. Let them give STDs to Eli.” I nodded. “I know.”

She sat next to me and took the beer from me. “I don’t want you wrecking your liver just yet Davey.” I glared and she shrugged helplessly. “What do you want for dinner?” she asked as she drank the rest of the beer.

“Whatever you want to fucking make,” I growled, resting my head on my arm. Mom sighed. “Davey, please don’t do this to me. I just want you to be healthy. If it makes you feel better, than kick Eli’s ass tomorrow.”

Mom liked Eli. She just liked me more. But I was better than Eli, so of course she liked me better than that bastard. I suddenly got up, a plan in my head. Mom looked at me curiously. “What are you up to?” she asked. I slipped my shoes on. “Going to go steal Eli’s girl while he’s off getting sexed by a whore. Be back later,” I said casually and left the house.

I walked to the Taylor’s house and knocked on the door. Chance answered and grinned. “Davey. Come on in man. Where’s Eli?” I shrugged. “Who gives a shit?” He led me inside.

Michael and some other kid were playing Black Ops in the living room. Michael paused it and glared at me. “Fag,” he spat.

“I’ll kick your ass Michael,” I growled. “Fuck off!” Michael snapped. He glanced at the kid next to him. “Sorry about my little brother’s friend. He’s Eli O’Dell’s best friend. They like to have gay sex together. Davey here loves it up the ass.”

“Fucker,” I hissed. “Eli O’Dell?” the kid asked in confusion. My eyes snapped to him. “Yea. I know the bastard,” I said, glaring at him. The kid looked even more confused. “Michael, isn’t that the guy my little sister tutors?”

“Who are you?” I demanded, glaring at the kid. “Mickey. Don’t fuck with me,” he said, glaring right back. “You’re Sam’s brother?” He nodded carefully.

“Better watch out for Eli. He just wants to have sex with her,” I said with a shrug. His eyes widened. “What?” I nodded. “Yea. Ask Michael. He knows all about how Eli sleeps around.” Michael shook his head at me when Mickey wasn’t looking.

“Yea, Eli sleeps around,” he said. Mickey clenched his fists. Well I had just been planning to have Chance tell me where the bitch lived. But this was a lot better. “That bastard,” Mickey growled.

“He’ll never get near my sister again!”