Puck Me Hard
His heavy hand clapped down on my shoulder, fingers digging in just enough to piss me off.
“You know,” he said, too casual, “it’s kinda rude to ignore someone when they’re talking to you.”
I snorted, venom curling in my throat.
“That coming from a fuckward like you is rich,” I said, turning my head just enough to let him see my smile.
It wasn’t a nice smile.
But Matt just chuckled like he didn’t have half a brain to rub together.
“Our team might be a little old-fashioned,” he said, “but we accept people like you.”