Life's not easy when your mum's nuts, your uncle is becoming your aunt, and one of your crushes could -- and probably would -- break your face if he found out how you felt about him. That's Tab's life, though, malevolent gods and all. His text-flirting with Demi, the brother of his best friend, is going nowhere: Demi already has a boyfriend and anyway, who dates their best friend's twin? But then, the pining after Nick is going nowhere either, because Nick probably likes gay-bashing on Friday nights for fun. He's gorgeous, but he's dangerous, and Tab knows better than that. So what's a bit of harmless flirting, when one is taken and the other is straight? It's just a bit of fun. That is until Demi is suddenly single, and Nick is not looking as straight and scary as he was before.

The Suicidal Peanut

“Here,” he said, slapping it down on the desk.


The new guy snorted. “Alright, faggot, don’t get your knickers in a twist.”


Tab stiffened; Nick leisurely finished his signature, pushed the newly-designated attendance sheet back towards Tab, and turned right into the new guy’s personal space. “The fuck did you just say?” he asked lowly.


Nick had a voice. His normal voice—that deep, slightly raspy rumble—was sexy. But this voice made Tab break out in a cold sweat. This voice was a quiet, almost whispering voice, like a mocking lover with a pair of really big scissors and a serious case of the pissed off. This voice demanded a good explanation, and this voice promised that whether the explanation was good or not, something really, really bad was about to happen.


Tab dropped a hand below the desk and fumbled.


Chapter 22