Broken Hill Hurt (Broken Hill High 3)

I get looks from people everywhere I go, probably gawking at my face or whispering about what happened. I push my way into the cafeteria to find everyone apart from Nate and Jackson. I head over and sit down next to Brooke, not bothered to go searching for food today.

“What happened with Watkins?” she asks the second my ass hits the chair.

A long, resigned breath comes sailing from my lips. “Not good,” I say before launching into the story as all the girls listen in, and honestly, most of the cafeteria too.

As soon as I’ve finished telling my recap of my day from hell, Brooke shuffles in a little closer. “What’s this whole rivalry about anyway?” she asks. “Did Nate screw his mom or something like that?”

“He… um….” My eyebrows pull down as I think it over and realize that I’ve never actually asked about it. I have no idea why they hate each other so much. I mean, did Nate do something ridiculously awful or did Jackson start the rivalry? Maybe it was something else entirely or maybe it was just battle of the bad boys. “I actually have no clue,” I tell her. “But now I need to know.”

“You’re telling me you got all up in Jackson’s face and you don’t know what for?” she scoffs.

“Hey,” I argue. “Just because I don’t know what this stupid rivalry is about doesn’t mean that he didn’t deserve it. The guy has literally been an asshole every single time he’s talked to me.”

“True,” she says.

“Who cares?” Elle says from across the table. “Watching them face off was hot. I think you should have let them go at it.”

I roll my eyes. Elle has certainly got her old fire back. She used to be queen of the pom-poms until she was demoted to social hell. Now, she’s becoming one of my closest friends. “Please,” Brooke scoffs with a wicked grin. “You’ve always had a thing for two guys getting hot and sweaty.”

My eyes widen and I look at Elle, horrified by what’s just slipped out of Brooke’s mouth. They aren’t particularly good friends and the whole threesome thing is still a sore point, but Elle just smiles. “Better believe it,” she says. “You don’t know how good it is until you’ve tried it. But then, I don‘t think you could handle it.”

Brooke gasps. “Bullshit. I could handle it.”

Elle considers her for a bit. “Nah. You’d get flustered with two cocks in your face. You wouldn’t know what to do with them,” she says, making a few crude hand gestures and pretending to get flustered.

I can’t help but laugh as Brooke watches on with a heavy glare. “Don’t tell me that’s how you did Ty and Puck?” Jesse says, scrunching his face up as he drops down beside Elle with a leg on either side of the bench so he can face her. “If I knew it was that bad, I wouldn’t have jerked off thinking about you.”

Her face flames but she holds her pride. “Believe me, I’m good. I was just making a point about Brooke not being able to handle two guys at once.”

Jesse turns and looks at Brooke. “I don’t know,” he says. “Max likes to talk. I’ve heard stories and this girl likes to get a bit wild. I think she’d handle it like a pro.”

Brooke grins back at him. “I don’t know whether to thank you or be frightened that you’re going to appear at the foot of the bed while Max and I are getting it on.”

Jesse grins wide, showing off a spectacular dimple. “Be afraid, babe,” he chuckles with a wink. “I’m coming for you. Or on you. Whatever you prefer.”

“Ugh, Jess,” I groan. “Don’t talk to my friends like that.”

“Can’t help it,” he laughs as his gaze settles onto mine. “Have you heard from Nate? The fucker isn’t responding to my texts.”

“Oh, he lost his phone during the fight,” I say, digging into my pocket and pulling out his phone. I slide it across the table towards Jesse. “I’m pretty certain I’m grounded for the rest of my life, so you better take it. You’ll probably see him before I do.”

“So, you’ve seen him?” Jesse rushes out as he swipes the phone off the table. “What’d he get? Is he expelled?”

“What? No. I saw him for literally two seconds and that was only twenty minutes ago. He’s probably still in with Watkins and your mom.”

“Mom?” he says. “Dad didn’t come?”

“Seriously?” I grunt. “If your dad showed up there would have been another fight. Not to mention, I would have had to kick Phoenix’s ass for gloating about her daddy visiting her at school.”

“I thought we agreed never to mention her name,” he murmurs before pushing himself up from the table.

“Where are you going? I question.

“See if they’re still here,” he says. “You coming?”