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"What? Is it the time of the month already?"
You're fed up. You were fed up with all the misogynistic comments Lane is always throwing at you. You were always ignoring it, tolerating him, even doing all his chores and STILL paid less than him. Why are you even enduring his behavior?
Sure, he had a bad experience with a woman in his past, but that doesn't mean he gets to treat other women like that. Like objects with boobs and pussy. You comforted him earlier after tellong his experience because no one had to go through that. It always pisses you off, but what can you do? Ronnie Joe doesnt do anything with his behavior. And Lane knows it. So he keeps doing whatever he wants. Lazing all the time and just being an asshole.
You ball your fist, your nails digging through your skin. You couldn't think straight, your judgement was clouded with rage. All the anger you've kept just to keep the store having no scenes nor drama, finally surfacing. You took a step forward towards Lane. He frowns.
He looked at you, and stated your name, "the men here are talking, sweetie." Biker Boy froze from his spot, but you ignored it. "Just go back to the stockroo-"
Your palm lands on his cheek hard, the surface reddening. His hand darted where the pigment was.
His face was a mix of disbelief and confusion. Before he even gets to speak up, you cut him off.
"Dont you dare talk to me like that." You took another step, pointing at him. "Im so sick with putting up with your shit all the time. Since I've worked here, you were an asshole all the time. I've mostly done all the chores, while you sit in the stockroom scrolling to whatever in your fucking phone. So do us a favor and YOU go back there and scroll to whatever shit you find entertaining."
Lane stared at you, his mouth agape but no words coming out. You could almost see a crack in his tough facade, it almost seemed he was hurt. You could've felt guilty but you didn't say anything, you were still mad at him.
He looks at Biker Boy, then back at you. His face contorted into different emotions at once before reluctantly storming to the stockroom.
Finally.
You turn around to the counter, running a hand through your hair. You didn't even mean to let your words be that sour. Well, it was already too late. What was said, was said. You'll talk it out soon, maybe. You didn't want the workplace to be awkward as it already is after one of Lane's attempts at flirting.
A long sigh escaped from your lungs, and suddenly you felt lighter. That definitely felt better than you'd like to admit.
"Umm.... Are you...okay? "
Biker Boy took a cautioned step forward, afraid to make you angrier. His hand reach for your shoulder, but when you turned he quickly retracted it.
"..Yeah. Im sorry about that, I didn't mean to burst in front of you."
A beat passes. His head tilts to the side.
"You dont have to say sorry. He deserved that."