Hunters
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Post by Erin Little on Sept 27, 2016 19:10:38 GMT
School. It was no secret that it wasn't one of Erins favourite places to be, but here she was none the less. Lessons were a chore, they seemed to drag on for far longer then they should, and lunch and break times weren't long enough, they seemed to be gone by the time Erin had eaten some food, or had half a conversation with someone, and frankly she didn't think it was fair, but then again she didn't think her having to come to school was fair at all. Something that had begun making life slightly more bearable recently, though, was the fact that she had made friends that she actually liked. Shocker, right? Murphy and Blake were both actually Ashton best friends, but since Erin had been forced to hang out with Ashton because of Jade she'd gotten to know them better, and they were actually pretty decent guys (okay, so maybe 'decent guys' was thing wrong phrase for them, but Erin got on with them none the less). It seemed that Ashton was good for somethings after all. There was some kind of easy between her and the two boys that she just didn't have with Ashton, despite them all being pretty similar personality wise, and she wasn't exactly sure why that was. It could just be that they'd had a better first meeting, where Erin hadn't been in a terrible mood like she'd been when her and Ashton met, which set the mood of the whole relationship, or it could be they just clicked better. She wasn't sure, but either way she was glad they'd met. There was a couple of reasons Erin was glad they'd met, actually. Not only did it mean that she now had people to talk to and hang out with outside Jade and Ashton, so she wasn't constantly awkwardly third wheeling them, but she also now had boys she could steal tshirts from and 'forget' to give them back. Erin couldn't help herself- she loved oversized tshirts, and ones she'd gotten from friends (or the occasional boyfriend/hook up) were by far the best tshirts. In fact, she was currently wearing one (she wasn't sure who it originally belonged to, but she was pretty sure she'd got it while tipsy) with a pair of black skinny jeans, which was probably her favourite comfy outfit ever, and she was at lunch wondering where everyone was. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Post by James Murphy on Sept 27, 2016 23:11:07 GMT
"That’s mine,” was the boy’s means of greeting as he carried his tray of generic school slop over to where she was sat lonely at their usual table. Where she was sat wearing his shirt, the one he’d lost over a week ago and spent nearly as long looking for. He didn’t remember much of that night; Ashton had thrown some party at his place with the usual crowd. Blake had been drunk off his ass, flirting with a picture of Jensen’s mom the boy had refused to let his dad get rid of. Ashton was groping his little girlfriend, kissing at her neck as she curled into his lap- giggling at the ticklish touches. Jensen had Iris tucked away in the kitchen, away from the mayhem of the party as they talked like saps. That left Murphy and Erin, sipping on something toxic and leaving them tipsy. One thing led to another and he’d woken up on the front porch shirtless as Ashton’s uncle poked him with a stick. He’d searched the house for it, then his own in case he’d been delusion. Figures the Little klepto stole it right out from under his nose. Literally. Ashton had commented on her wearing his shirt once, completely confused as to how she got her hands on it and he’d noticed her wearing a few other male shirts, but he couldn’t place who they belonged to. He should have known, but he wasn’t stupid- he knew he wouldn’t be getting it back without a fight.
And that was just why they got along, butting heads and pleased to do so.
James ‘if you call me James, I will bite you’ Murphy hadn’t ever expected to befriend a girl so feisty, but then again, he hadn’t expected to befriend anyone at all.
He’d grown up hard. Father passed away overseas, fighting for what he believed was right, mother blamed him for it- accusing the first grader that it was his fault his father had such aspirations. It’d left a bitter taste in his mouth, carrying guilt too heavy for a kid so young. He looked for trouble, wanting a reason so feel so poorly, and he found it. Stolen lunches and pushing innocents to the ground, until he made that fatal mistake, the same Blake had made. Only, it hadn’t been Ashton who put him in his place, but Blake himself. James, before he’d detested the name, had been ready to knock Jensen down a few pegs, never liking how cheery he was, but before he’d even had the chance, Blake had stuck his leg out and tripped him. He’d been ready for a fight, but was greeted with a stern look and a hand in aid instead. The elder boy had told him how it was, firm from the start that Ashton would kick his ass if he laid a finger on Jensen, that it was better to be on his side than against. Now James hadn’t known who this Ashton was, but it wasn’t a deal he could turn down. He was smarter than that. So he made a friend in Blake, another in Jensen, then finally he’d met the big bad wolf himself and was easily accepted, officially accepted. It was Ashton who’d dubbed him as Murphy, a name he felt infinitely more comfortable under.
Like that, with a few hard slaps on his back and toothless, childish grins, he had a family. Finally.
He still had a temper, violently so. Snapped if someone asked about his father, growled if his mother’s drunken tendencies were mentioned. Ashton had a similar taste in friends, knew how to get them to rely on him to keep them whole. Jensen needed a shoulder to lean on while his father drank away his pain. Blake needed someone to vent to when things got too heavy. Murphy needed a punching bag, a way to release some steam. Ashton gave them all that, all what they needed.
Like when Murphy fell ill, deathly so? Ashton had convinced his alpha father to give him a second chance, bite the boy so he could live.
Another beta in the pack, the one Ashton ran now that the title had been handed to him.
That all being said, Murphy wasn’t the smartest. He was a damn near genius, but thing is, he doesn’t know when to shut up. He was stubborn and blunt. He figured that’s why he got along so well with Erin, more so than her preppy sister.
Even then, that didn’t excuse the fact she was wearing his shirt.
Setting the tray down and taking the seat across from her, Murphy met her gaze evenly as he stated, “You stole my shirt.”
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Hunters
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Post by Erin Little on Sept 28, 2016 14:19:46 GMT
Erin looked up as she heard an odd sentence that was obviously directed at her, and found herself looking straight at James Murphy. Murphy was probably the most violent boy she'd ever come across, while simultaneously being a massive baby. An angry baby. That was probably the only way Erin could describe Murphy. He would fight you over the tiniest things, but you knew he wasn't really angry about it, and you'd be back to being friends in no time at all. It was one of things she enjoyed about her friendship with him, the fact that she could be her argumentative self ans she knew he wouldn't get offended. It was refreshing. She was still confused by his cryptic statement though- was she sitting in his seat? No, they didn't have specific seats. Other then that she couldn't think of what he might be talking about, so she raised an eyebrow as he sat down, and only then did he explain himself. "Oh," She replied, obviously pretty unphased about the fact that it was, apparently, his shirt. " I was wondering whose it was" She added before taking a bite out of her sandwich. She knew he was going to ask for it back, in fact he would probably fight her for it, but she wasn't going to give it back easily. A) it was a nice shirt, and b) it was basically just fun to bash heads with him every now and again. She swallowed her mouthful "It's a nice shirt, you have good taste. I'd give it maybe a 8.5 out of 10- it looses marks because the label's a bit itchy" She told him, a small teasing smile coming to her lips. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Post by James Murphy on Sept 28, 2016 15:24:28 GMT
Bitch. It was the first thing that came to mind as he narrowed his eyes at her smug smirk, his own lips curled into a snarl. Murphy wasn’t friendly, that was common knowledge. He was bitter and rude and didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of him because he knew he had who mattered in his corner. Even then, even if he didn’t, he still would throw caution to the wind and speak his blatantly thoughts without fearing the consequences. He was always ready for a fight, looking for that thrill. Erin always gave him what he wanted- with a grin on her lips because this is what she wanted too. Easy bickering, nothing catastrophic, but enough to work the edge off.
"If you can’t appreciate it to its full ‘ten’ potential, then you should give it fucking back,” he hissed, but there was a certain charm to his voice that lightened it, that didn’t mean he was all too serious. Of course he wanted it back, but he didn’t expect her to strip down right here and hand it over. He was an ass, not a pig. Cough, Blake.
His vulgar language had a few heads turn their way, but he couldn’t give a damn. He kept his gaze level with Erin’s, unwavering as he frowned. Murphy couldn’t help but wonder, if she didn’t know that was his shirt, then how many had she stolen? Did she have a collection, hidden in the corner her room for her own perverse ways? Or was it some sick game to her, snatching up shirts and flaunting them because she knew no one would fight her for them.
Joke’s on her. Murphy was ready to get bloody for that shirt.
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Hunters
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Post by Erin Little on Sept 28, 2016 21:43:29 GMT
"I mean, you just said it yourself. Ten potential. Potentially a ten. It's just not quite there yet" Erin retorted quickly, the little smirk still firmly on her lips as she did so. "Cut out the label and i'm sure i could bump it up to a ten" She added, completely ignoring the fact that he'd asked for it back. She would (probably) give it back to him at some point, but she obviously wasn't going to strip off in the middle of the cafeteria and go topless for the rest of the day. Sure, Erin was pretty body positive, but that was taking it a step to far for even her. "Anyway, I wouldn't feel to special if i were you, though. I've stolen shirts from many guys over the years" Erin told him before sipping her drink. Most of the tshirts she took from guys she was friends, or 'friends', with never really saw the light of day, as she'd just wear them around the house or to sleep in, but every now and again she would wear them out, and she decided then that she'd need to do it more often if it meant she'd possibly get a rise out of Murphy. Despite what she'd thought just seconds earlier she secretly knew that it was very unlikely that he would get his shirt back now, purely because it was comfy, but also because it was something that would wind him up. ______________________________________________________ coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Post by James Murphy on Jan 22, 2017 2:12:19 GMT
A sharp exhale blew out from his flared nostrils, eyes bright with anger- but that wasn't new. Murphy was a stubborn, hard-headed asshole who wasn't going to give in. Not easily, anyway. “You bring a pair of scissors anywhere close to my shirt and I’ll tear you to shreds,” he hissed, and while she didn’t know he was capable of that, he couldn’t stop himself from saying it. He kept his sights leveled on that damn smirk of hers, arms shoved against his chest as he debated the pros and cons of tossing his dangerously oozing school food on her pretty little face. The reaction would be killer, something he could gloat over for months to come, but he preferred not being on Ashton’s bad side- the guy had a soft spot for the Little’s, that much was clear, even if he did bicker his fair share with Erin. That, and he really would rather not get toxic waste on his favorite shirt.
Murphy sighed, but not in defeat. Tipping his chin up in defiance, he studied her for a moment before offering her, “Give me my shirt back and I’ll sneak you into Blake’s room. You can raid his closet for all I care.” It may be low to give up his friend like that, but he wanted his damn shirt back. Huffing, he dropped his arms and glowered at his tray- pausing just for a moment before a dark grin curled the corner of his lips. He knew how protective Erin got over Jade, how sensitive that topic was. It wasn’t hard to spot the jealousy on her golden face when people fawned over her sweet twin. “You know, I really wish I shared lunch with Jade. Bet she’d give me some of food,” he started, peeking at Erin through his bangs as he tried for a sincere look that felt all wrong, “She’s so sweet,” and then he couldn’t help it, dropped the act and growled, “And she wouldn’t fucking steal my shirt.” He was conniving, manipulative, but too angry to be either of those for too long.
Tempers. Ran in the genes.
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Post by Erin Little on Feb 13, 2017 17:40:29 GMT
Erin just smirked back at the boys threats, a silent defiance steaming from her cocky demeanour. She knew that there wasn't anything he could actually do to get back at her- it wasn't like he was going to force her to remove the shirt there and then and force her to finish the day in her bra. That was much more of a Blake move. So, he was forced into empty threats that she didn't have to take seriously. It was how approximately half of Erin and Murphy's conversations went. It was only when Murphy spoke again that the brunettes smirk turned into a grin, her eyes lighting up at the barter. "Gee, Muph. Didn't think you'd throw a friend under the bus like that" She was lying- she could totally see him doing something like this to any of his friends, including her, that was just who he was. He was the kind of person who would do whatever made life easier for him, and Erin didn't really see any harm in that, in fact, she loved his independent-ness. He was an independent bitch and everyone knew it. "But, i will except your offering. You're going to have to wait until tomorrow to have the shirt back though. Obviously" She replied, folding her arms in front of her, presenting herself as if they were having a proper business meeting. Suddenly, he completely switched the conversation, and Erin's eyebrow arched up at the mention of her sister. She wasn't sure exactly why he'd decided to bring her up right then- probably to piss her off- but she refused to let her buttons be pushed that easily. It wasn't that hard to not take him seriously, especially when he talked about Jade sharing food "You really don't know Jade that well, do you? She would never share food with you" She replied with a slight smile, mimicking his fake sincere look, before leaning closer to him across the table "And she would totally steal your clothes, given the chance" There had been so many instances through the years where Jade had stolen Erin's clothes that it was almost crazy for Murphy to think she wouldn't do the same to him. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Post by James Murphy on May 30, 2017 3:40:12 GMT
If he was being honest, which he always, harshly was, Murphy didn’t listen to much after she accepted his offer. He was going to get his shirt back. Nothing else she said really mattered. A smirk curled at the edge of his lips, his eyes dark as victory washed over him. Blake wouldn’t even notice if anything was missing. Hell, he’d probably preen under the attention the raiding would bring him- all the gushing of ‘she wanted to wear my shirt’ and ‘now I guess I’ll just have to walk around shirtless’. If the imbecile only knew the truth. And yeah, it’ll be annoying for a while, but he was used to Blake’s inflated ego. Has been for longer than he likes to admit. Anything that got him his shirt back had to be done, though, so he’d suffer for as long as he had to. He wasn’t willing to let her win. Not this time, not ever.
Realizing she was waiting for a cruel response back to her sarcastic own, he rolled his eyes and bit out, “I’d throw my own mother under a bus if I’d get a free lunch afterwards.” Which, well, wasn’t a fair comparison. He hated his mother, just as she hated him- but Erin didn’t know that. How could she? “If you don’t have my shirt tomorrow, I’ll skin you alive,” he promised, because damn, that shirt was important to him.
“I don’t think Jade would take my clothes, personally,” Murphy mused as he dropped his gaze back to his tray of food, face twisted in disgust. He really needed to find a way to convince Jensen’s dad to make him a lunch every morning. Even a drunk could throw a better meal together than those lunch ladies could. “I mean, I can see her taking her boyfriend’s shirts- that’s normal,” he continued, icy blue eyes batting up to meet Erin’s once more through his mess of hair, “But you taking her boyfriend’s shirts? Little odd isn’t it? I get me, and Blake, but wearing Ash’s favorite Metallica shirt? Well, that’s a privilege I figured only his girl would have.” He knew he was playing with fire, but he paid attention- almost too close. Something was going on between the two of them, and he was all for pointing fingers and getting people in trouble, but this time he wanted to be wrong. He liked Jade, she was one of the only people who weren’t constantly tossing his own cruelty back in his face, and he respected his alpha, but he couldn’t stop himself from making the jab.
She wanted to play, so he was giving her everything he had.
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Post by Erin Little on Jul 17, 2017 10:38:29 GMT
Erin actually laughed at the boys sudden outburst, she didn't know what the relationship was like between Murphy and his mother, though she could assume it wasn't great considering he lived with the rest of the guys. Still, the bluntness of the comment was exactly Erin's type of humour, and she couldn't help herself, resulting with a dirty look from a girl who had heard Murphy's comment and seen Erin's reaction. She decided to ignore the girl. "Is it bad I can actually see you doing that?" She grinned. Anything that got Murphy a decent meal was something Erin could see happening, including, but not limited too, cold blooded murder. She rolled her eyes, nodding with obviously exasperation "yes, yes, you'll get your fucking shirt back!" she told him. A hint of mischief let up her eyes then "I have class with Ashton tomorrow, so if i don't see you i'll give it to him" she figured that if she avoided Murphy for the whole day she could give Ashton the shirt, and he could fuck with the Murphy and the shirt a bit before giving it back. A cheeky smirk was pressed on her lips as she sipped her drink, but the smirk soon faltered as the blue eye'd boy carried on speaking. Erin had learnt from a young age how important it was to be lie, and how important it was to be able to lie well. Her parents had spent their childhoods telling the Little girls how to mask their feelings, how to crush the scents that their emotions created, and how to monitor their heartbeats in ways that was impossible for most humans. It was important that they knew how to control themselves when faced with a werewolf, something that could sense your emotions as easily as any normal person could smell putrid scents. It was impossible to completely crush your emotions, and Erin knew that she would always have some kind of emotional smell radiating off her, but that didn't really matter. To the average person she was just a really, really good liar. She hoped that would be enough to wriggle her way out of this awkward little situation. How was she to know he was one of the few who would pick up on her increased heartbeat, the little spike of panic that ran through her at his words that she hadn't crushed quickly enough. She arched an eyebrow at the boy sitting across from her a what-the-fuck-are-you-implying look crossing her features for a second. "You realise i steal half my clothes from Jade too? So yeah, i probably have worn Ashton's shirts before" She deafened, keeping her tone calm despite the flares of anger jumping around in her chest. Control, control, control. This was the one time Erin couldn't let herself lash out- Muprhy was the type of person that would destroy her just for something to do, and there was no way she was letting that happen. She breathed out a choked laugh, attempting to shrug off the whole ordeal "They're just shirts anyway. I don't get why you all get so hung up about them" She wanted to get off the topic of her wearing Ashton shirts specifically, because, really, there were plenty of completely innocent reasons why she might have worn some of Ash's favourite shirts... She just didn't want to come up with them right now. Twist the conversation back to him, she told herself, it'll be fine. "I think it stems from toxic masculinity. Too much funking testosterone in such a small house" She added, taking a bite off a carrot to shut herself up. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Post by James Murphy on Apr 21, 2022 22:48:54 GMT
Liar. She was lying. She was fucking lying. Murphy schooled his reaction, face blank, and eyes void of recognition, but he knew the truth. Her heartbeat and scent of panic confirmed it and solidified what he had predicted to be true. Erin was sleeping with Ashton. Ashton was cheating on Jade. It was something he had put together not long after he had moved in. It wasn’t like they were really trying to hide it, honestly. They all had heightened senses, they weren’t fooling anyone in the cabin, and yet, no one had called them out on it. He had shared knowing looks with both Jensen and Blake on separate occasions, brows drawn close in disbelief as Erin scurried out of Ashton’s room, pushing her clothes back into place as if they hadn't heard her soft mewls moments before. But they didn't say anything. They wouldn't. That was their alpha, their brother. They would never betray the boy who'd given them purpose. They turned a blind eye to the affair and carried on with whatever they were doing, all smiles (well, not smiles from him, but as close as he could get to tolerance) when Jade curled up on the couch beside Ashton.
Murphy was only alive because of Ashton’s mercy. If the guy wanted to fuck around with his girlfriend's twin, then have at it. He was in no position to say otherwise even if he did care. He didn't want his alpha hurt, but at this point it was inevitable. They'd be there to pick up the pieces.
Thankfully Erin was as excellent a liar as she was a thief, for she gave him plenty to work with so he could play along with this lie and keep up the charade. He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he frowned out her. "It was a joke," he hissed, narrowing his eyes on hers, "Don't get your panties in a twist. Assuming they are your panties, but I wouldn't put it past you to steal those either." Gross, first of all, but she was willing to steal shirts from teenage boys and he knew just what Blake used those for on lonely evenings. Most of his clothes were clean-up rags and those weren't bleach stains. He shivered at the thought, silently gagging at the idea of it. But he would still let her steal from the boy's closet if it meant getting his own clothes back. "I was just saying that if I were Jade, I wouldn't be all too pleased to know my sister was flaunting my boyfriend's shit, but that's neither here nor there. She's probably too sweet to say shit to you anyways," he couldn't help but add, digging the knife a little deeper. Erin was a bitch. He wouldn't be surprised if even Jade was scared to approach her.
At her excuse, his frown deepened, leaning over the table as he spoke in a harsh voice, "They're not just shirts. Some of us don't have a mommy and daddy to spoil us with nice shit, Erin." It was a little too close to the truth for comfort. Blake and Murphy didn't come from money like Jensen and Ashton. They didn't have the same luxuries. They barely had fucking moms as it was. His mother had been emotionally distant and Blake's mom had wished he was dead for simply existing. Murphy used what money he got from the grocery store to put gas in his car and pennies in his savings. He couldn't spare change on a new wardrobe and wouldn't take handouts from the Pines. They already gave him too much and he had to put his foot down somewhere. He wasn't a needy bitch.
And he wasn't willing to let her steal what little he had.
"So if you don't see me, Ashton better have my fucking shirt when he gets home tomorrow or it'll be hell, Little," he pointed a finger at her, menacing and full of threat. She didn't know the damage he could do and he would consider spilling a secret or two if Ashton couldn't keep his side bitch from pawing his clothes.
He doubted he could, but he could at least scare her into thinking he would pull something.
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Written by Rebecca.
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Post by Erin Little on Apr 27, 2022 20:13:14 GMT
There was half a second that seemed to drag on for eternity as they made eye contact, staring back at one another in a moment of knowing- he knew. She knew he knew. Neither of them would ever admit to it being true, nor that they both knew it. Murphy was an ass but he didn’t meddle like that, he didn’t care about jade enough to allow this to blow up- and while someone standing by and allowing jade to get hurt would usually infuriate her, this was an unusual situation. And then they looked away, and he kept on with his little jabs, but they weren’t as bad as the look. She knew that they were meant to aggravate her- and while she would let them, it wasn’t as real as the moment they had just shared. Still, she grit her teeth and stared back at him “jade’s not fucking scared of me” she shot back “just cause i’m a bitch to you doesn’t mean i am to her. I actually like her” a bold revelation after their previous moment of understanding, and considering she was fucking her boyfriend- but it was true. She loved jade. “And jade’s not as meek as you seem to think… she can hold her own. She’s just sweet” she added in defense of the other Little. Murphy had no idea what Jade was capable of, and Erin wasn’t about to reveal their families secret just to prove a point, but she also wasn’t going to let Murphy chat shit about her just to get a rise. Even if it did mean he’d been successful. She jabbed her fork into the slop on her plate, distracting herself for a moment until he spoke again, and her eyes shot back at him with a confused frown. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked “i’m not spoiled!” she added quickly, though she knew in comparison to the boys she may as well have been. She sighed then, raising her hands in faux defeat “i’ve told you, you’re getting the fucking shirt back. Damn. you expecting me to strip it off here or what?”______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Post by James Murphy on Apr 28, 2022 14:09:48 GMT
Well damn. So much for that. She knew he knew and he knew that she knew he knew. Oh well. It wasn’t like either of them would point that out, would bring it up leisurely in conversation, but he did tuck the information away for later. Blackmail was more Blake’s thing with all the secrets he gathered, but Murphy did love the high of holding a truth over someone’s head. Nothing was more liberating than controlling someone with mere words. Though, this was a murky opportunity. If she paid close enough attention, as she was apt to do because she was essentially the female version of himself, she would notice his loyalty to Ashton. He’d throw Jensen and Blake under the bus and laugh as he did so, but he was like a dog on a leash for his alpha. He would have to play it smart if he needed her to do something for him. He could tell Ashton he knew, that they all knew and it was a matter of time before Jade caught on. He could play the role of ever-helpful and vigilant beta. Ashton would put a stop to the affair then, knowing Erin couldn’t say anything without incriminating herself as well.
He could.
But he didn’t need anything from her now aside from the shirt she already promised to give back.
He caught the internal war behind her eyes, part of her clearly bothered that he was so relaxed when it came to her sister’s feelings, but the other part knowing that what she was doing was worse. It was amusing. She had spent her whole life watching out for her twin, protecting her from all harm and now she was suddenly the one with the blade pressed to Jade’s heart. She, like everyone else, had fallen into Ashton’s trap. He was all consuming, his charm and his power pulling bystanders in and chaining them to his will. Ashton was the alpha. The biggest and baddest and prettiest wolf in town. As if Murphy would have bent to anyone lesser’s will.
Erin was a victim to that fucking smirk and glittering eyes like the rest of them. Soon she’d realize how lucky she was to be in his orbit.
Murphy held his hands up in a plactacting motion, showing that he really didn’t care to fight about this because he really didn’t care about Jade. She was too syrupy sweet and lovesick when she was around and it made him gag. No, he liked Erin. Erin was more his speed. He liked getting on her nerves and working her up as much as she enjoyed doing the same to him. They could keep up with one another without doing any real damage. It was a nice change of pace. He couldn’t help but bark out a laugh as she tried to explain her sister, going as far as saying she liked her sister. Yeah, liked fucking her boyfriend.
Murphy rolled his eyes.
“Whatever you say, princess,” he bit out, letting the pet name roll off his tongue because he knew she couldn’t stand it, “I can’t say I really care about how Jade actually is. So you don’t have to try to sell her character to me, Erin. I don’t give a fuck.” And as crude as it was, he was just being honest–as always. Jade wasn’t his friend, they would never get along. Hell, he just barely got along with that fucking goody-two-shoes Jensen. If it wasn’t for Ashton, he would have kicked the guy in the shin or knocked him down a few pegs or fucked his dad or something. As it stands, Jensen was off limits.
“You are spoiled,” he said without justification, stating what he knew to be a fact. She had a loving family, a home. Food, clothes, and could afford to sleep with her twin’s guy without shame. Murphy could barely get his mom to look at him because he resembled his dad more and more as he got older. He didn’t feel the need to expand, she wouldn’t listen to his points anyways.
“Don’t be such a dramatic bitch, Erin,” he cursed a little too loudly as she accused him, causing the girl who had been eavesdropping on them down the table to jump a bit, “Didn’t I just fucking say tomorrow?” He rolled his eyes again, arms crossed over his chest as he huffed. He acted as though he was actually bothered by their conversation, but he was honestly enjoying himself more than he had any time recently. It was nice to just be an asshole and not be shamed for it.
“Besides, you’re not my type,” Murphy said with a shrug, eyes alight with mischief. Erin was pretty. He could see why Ashton was drawn to her. Maybe in another life he would have been too, but as it was, he couldn’t bring himself to care for romance–or even sex. If he was honest, he struggled to care for other people in general. He just didn’t care much for being touched or touching unless he was beating the shit out of some brat. He could blame his negligent, absent mother if he really wanted to, but he honestly didn’t care how he ended up this way. And as time went on, he found himself more drawn to men than women. Women complained and whined and bitched and moaned and he couldn’t stand it. They wanted more out of him than he was willing to give. Guys wanted to fuck and leave and pretend it didn’t happen. He preferred that.
Murphy’s sexuality isn't a secret, but it wasn’t well known. He didn’t go chasing after skirts like Ashton and Blake–even Jensen. He showed no interest in anyone outside of an occasional hook-up at a party. Blake was the only one who knew, he thought, because Blake knew everything, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t ashamed.
“So you stripping wouldn’t really be all that exciting because I doubt you’d really be ashamed,” he sighed, glancing down at the girl listening to them and giving her a glare. She got the message, squeaking a bit as she stood and fled to another table. “No fun in that,” he huffed, cold blue eyes settling on Erin once more. She knew she was attractive and wouldn’t be too flustered with eyes on her so there was really no point in making her change now when he already knew he was getting the shirt back.
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