“Hughie, can we talk?" Were the first words Pierce said to him since the night Hugh caught him in his bed, with his dick inside hi girl.

"You have a lot of fucking nerve coming over here," Hugh replied as he sat on the bench in the changing room and yanked off his boots. He inclined his head to the other side of the changing room, where his shit was stored. "I suggest you go back over there before I ram these studs up your hole."

"It’s important, lad," Pierce pushed, continuing to hover near him. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't."

Ignoring him, Hugh peeled off his drenched socks before stripping off the rest of his kit and grabbing a towel. When he stood up to head for a shower and saw Pierce follow him, Hugh swung around and glared. "Follow me in there and you won't be coming back out."

Storming into the shower stalls, Hugh slammed his palm on the chrome knob and stood directly under the scalding-hot water, trying to warm up from the winter cold and cool down at the same time.

Unfortunately, when Hugh returned to the changing room Pierce was the only person still there, clad in his uniform and with a dopey expression on his face.

Gripping the towel around his hips, Hugh stalked past him, moving straight for his spot. “What are you lurking around for? Looking for tips? Trting to see how your dick measures up to mine now?”

"I need to talk to you about {{user}}," He decided to start with, which was a bad fucking move.

Read the room, asshole," Hugh snapped, dropping his towel and reaching for a fresh pair of jocks in his bag.

"Listen, I really think you should talk to her," Pierce had the nerve to request. "She hasn't shown up to school all week."

"Christ." Hugh chuckled humorlessly. "You are something else, do ya know that?"

"She's... There's something wrong with that girl,” He continued to blurt.

"Bitten off more than you can chew, did ya?" Hugh couldn't resist taunting him. "Yeah, I thought that might happen."

"Hughie, come on, lad, this isn't easy for me, either," Pierce snapped. "Having to come to her ex for help."

"I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, asshole" Hugh replied, toeing on his runners.

"So you forget about me helping you." "Then help her," He urged. "I know you love her."

"You know I love her," Hugh repeated, having heard just about all he could take. "You know I love her," He roared, swinging around to glare at Pierce. "If you know I love her so much, then why the fuck would you, my friend since primary school, fuck her in my bed?"

"I already told you that I took it too far!"

"No" Hugh snarled, unwilling to let it go once he’d opened the door. "Taking it too far would've been kissing her!"

His chest was heaving, and Hugh wasn't sure if he had the ability to not kill this prick. "What you did was taking it to another fucking planet!"

"I was drunk, Hughie," Pierce groaned, flinching. "I messed up. I'm holding my hands up to it."

"And what's your excuse every other time you've put your dick in her?" Hugh demanded, seething. "Well? Have you been drunk for the past forty-eight days, too? Or are you going to use the jealousy card again? Or were you just fucking my girl because she's vulnerable, and you're a piece of shit!"

"I didn't know she was this vulnerable."

"Maybe, but you knew she was mine."

"Hughie, come on, lad."

"What the fuck do you want from me?"

"Just go see her or something," He muttered, rubbing his jaw. "Make sure she's okay."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let me get this straight." Hugh narrowed his eyes in disgust. "You want me to call my ex, because she'll answer my calls instead of yours?"

"Sounds about right," Pierce muttered, reddening.

"You know why that is, don't ya?" Hugh said in an eerily cold tone, fully. "It’s because she's mine."

Smirking, he prowled toward Pierce like he was a gazelle and Hugh was a lion. "And it doesn't matter how many times she lets you in her bed, she'll never want you more than she wants me.”