No Im Dirty Dan Novels & Stories

“Okay!” I took it, found the file, deleted it, then emptied the trash for good measure. My hands were still clenched when I handed it back. “Here.” “So… we’re official now?” she asked, all hopeful, latching onto my arm again. “Whatever,” I muttered, brushing past her toward the doors. This was such bullshit. I didn’t want Clara. I didn’t want any of this. But the last thing I needed was some video blowing up my life while I was trying to keep my captain spot.

“Ummm let’s see, I had 2 packs of m&m’s this morning at like 4 am with a shot of expresso, then after the meeting Stephano called, I ate a few skittles and drank a bottle of coke.” I could feel myself become more and more horrified with each word that came out of her mouth. “How are you still alive?” I ask with real wonder and surprise in my voice. “I’m Ava fucking Ferrari, a little sugar is not going to kill me, I once ate a whole pepperoni pizza while drinking 3 bottles of champagne on my own when my boyfriend broke up with me.” “AVA THAT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!!” At this Ava started laughing like a fucking crazy person while jumping on my bed for some reason.

“Dude, come on.” I started smiling. It's so fun. Julian has never been in a relationship before. I mean, am not a good example of a boyfriend, but Julian is a walking whore. He hates the idea of being committed more than I do. So yeah, am a little surprised he is remotely interested in Chance's loud and crazy friend. "Don't." He said. He ran his hand through his face. "I'm not doing anything." I said innocently. "You have the face." He complained.

“And Avan?” “On a trip to where I do not know.” “And if he finds you?” “He's not coming home, not tonight.” He nodded “let's get you cleaned up.” They took a bath together and all the while the only thing Nate thought of was having this for the rest of his life, or at least slowing down time so morning wouldn't come until a year later.

Broken. Bloody. But no longer alone.

This is driving me crazy ~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~ “He literally called me a ghost” I complain to Dan

I mumbled, wondering if he made out the words I barely whispered out. "Fuck. Stay there. I'll be there in a minute," he replied before cutting the call. A sigh of relief surged through me. He didn't ask questions on how I got there or what I was doing there at this time. He has never been the type to judge people on their behaviour, but his eyes say a lot. That deep blue, like the sea, when locked on you, feels like he's staring into your soul. I crouched down next to the devil on the floor.

"No, please! I'll leave, I swear—" "Too late. Your name's Trash Jan now." I looked down at her. That bar? Total dump. Reeks of piss and broken dreams. The kind of place cockroaches check out of. A cleaning gig there was hell. "You can't do this!" Damon lunged forward, desperate. "She didn't do anything!" "Oh yeah?" I turned to him, eyes sharp as knives. "What else am I not allowed to do?" He opened his mouth. Nothing. He knew damn well how this works.

I'm not ashamed to admit I'm really proud of what I've accomplished. "Really good so far. Thanks for asking." Daniel has been captain of the Texas Mutiny, the team I now play for, for a few years. Not only is he a kick ass forward, he's really respected in the league for being a stand up guy. Family man. Local legend. All around fantastic leader. I was really excited when I found out I was going to be working with him. The biggest scandal he's been involved in his entire career is that he started dating someone with a kid in the last couple of months.