Into the Drowning Deep (Rolling in the Deep, #1)

by Mira Grant

“You know, Tory, I don’t know many guys who’d put up with their girlfriend keeping a picture of her ex on the bulletin board behind her desk. You should have known I was a keeper just because of that.” “And see, I knew you were a loser because you kept telling me how awesome you were for not getting mad when I kept a picture of my good friend who I happened to have been in a romantic relationship with once in a place where I could see it.” Tory scowled. “Shira and I broke up before I met you, remember? She’s an archeologist. She had shit to do that didn’t involve hanging around Santa Cruz waiting for me to get it together and stop obsessing over mermaids.” “Looks like you were the smart one,” said Jason. “The sea’s out there, and the mermaids are out there, and you’re going to have your face on every science site in the world. You can write your own ticket after this. And you’re still screwing the blonde.” “It’s none of your fucking business who I am or am not screwing. We broke up. You don’t get to dictate who finds their way into my bed.” “Oh, like I ever did before.” Tory’s eyes narrowed. “I never cheated on you, you self-righteous prick. Watch where you’re going.” She pushed past him and stalked away down the deck, off to whatever destination she’d been seeking when they’d collided. Jason turned to watch her go. Tory was obsessive and perfectionist and sometimes preferred science to sex—not always at the most convenient of times, either; there had been nights when they...

I hate him so bad i hope he dies. He's the perfect example of "I'm a nice guy"