My fucking girl is gone.
She’s been sending me bullshit texts that say things like ‘Sorry’ or ‘Please forgive me’ and it grates on my nerves like never before. It’s hard enough knowing she doesn’t want a future with me but then she has to go and rub salt into the wound by continuously texting me. She needs to leave me the fuck alone so I can put this shit behind me and figure out how the hell I’m going to move on.
Fuck, it hurts so bad.
A girl bumps into the guy and stumbles into the center of the circle, completely oblivious as to what’s going on around her. “Jesus, Rocko,” she slurs, looking up at the guy with hatred. “Watch where the fuck you’re going.”
Rocko reaches out and grabs the girl by her hair before launching her out of the way. The girl screams in pain before she’s thrown to the dirty floor, where it’s possible to be trampled under the massive crowd of people wanting to see a fight.
I see fucking red. I don’t know this chick, who she is or what she stands for, but I know she doesn’t fucking deserve that. I don’t care if she’s Haven Falls designated slut, no chick deserves to be thrown around.
I’m done holding back, the second the girl scrambles away and is safe, I throw myself forward. My fist rears back and I clock the fucker in the jaw. Rocko instantly reacts and comes for me with his boys behind him and I fucking welcome it.
Jesse pushes in beside me, more than ready to knock a few fuckers out and in the blink of an eye, it turns into a fucking brawl with girls screaming and guys desperate to get in on the action.
Ten minutes later, Jesse and I go flying out the door with Kaylah rushing out behind us. “Are you fucking happy?” she yells at our backs as we slink away toward Jesse’s Range Rover, which I’m positive he’s drunk way too much to drive. “Hey. Answer me. I’m talking to you. I don’t appreciate my boyfriend and his twat-waffle friends always getting me thrown out of parties. Do you realize that I hardly get to see my friends anymore?”
Jesse groans and turns to face his girl, knowing he’s about to get the lecture of a lifetime. “Babe, come on. You saw what he did to that girl.”
“I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it,” she snaps, “because he did. I’m saying that you should have kept out of it. Look at yourselves. Your shirts are torn, there are cuts and bruises covering your whole bodies, you look like shit and I don’t doubt you probably smell like shit too. You’re eighteen years old. You’ll be going to college soon and I get it, Tyson’s hurting and wanting to let loose, but this shit is getting ridiculous.”
My jaw clenches as I keep walking, wanting to get away from their bickering. She has a fucking point, but right now, I don’t want to hear it, especially as fury is still pulsing heavily through my veins.
As their voices get louder, the images begin flying through my head. Brylee telling me no, Rocko pushing that girl down, people fighting, Brylee’s body, screaming, tears, holding onto something so fucking tight that it hurts.
“Tyson?”
The fuck? Was that…? No, that’s fucking impossible. She wouldn’t be here. I’m going crazy. I must have been hit one too many times because there’s no way I just heard Brylee’s angelic voice.
“Tyson. Stop.”
Now, I know I didn’t just make this shit up. I spin around and standing right in the middle of the road is my girl. The one who drove me to all this mess in the first place. Brylee stands with Courtney and Puck rushing up behind her and she stares back at me with wide, horrified eyes, but all I see is the reason for all my pain. This is all on her, all this shit started when she left. She fucked me up real good.
I storm towards her. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand as Kaylah and Jesse hurry to catch up with me.
“I came to see you,” Brylee says as she begins looking me over. I can only imagine what she’s seeing and it’s probably similar to what Kaylah’s seeing in Jesse right now; fucking pathetic. “What happened to you?”
I scoff. Who does she think she is? She left; she doesn’t want a damn thing to do with me. My face scrunches up as I glare at her. “That’s none of your business. Why are you here?”
“I told you. I came to see you. I miss you, Ty. I need to make this right.” She steps closer and I instantly step away.
I throw my hands up in disbelief. “This is a fucking joke, right?” I demand.