124. Metal

“Well that wasn’t weird at all,” Tonya states drily while looking out of the door, where Jax has just left. “Has someone put him under some sort of happiness spell? The way he was out there was nearly creepy friendly.” Her eyes are still glued at the empty space in the hallway.

“More like some super pussy magic,” Ben grins. “Ouch,” he complains when Alex and I both smack him up the head. I know I showered this morning, but just in case, I do try to take secret sniff if there's any hint of me smelling like sex. Nope, not that I can smell. It's just Ben, being Ben. Looking at us as if he just got the smack of his life, he speaks up again. “That's not fair. Why does everyone do that to me?” He whines while rubbing his head.

“Maybe because you behave like an immature idiot and need those. Actually, I think you need a way more decent smack,” Tonya rolls her eyes at him.

“I was talking about sex. There’s nothing immature about that,” Ben tries to defend himself. "Only people who can't deal