Tyson (Broken Hill Boys 4)

Brylee shakes her head, looking uncertain before flicking her eyes between me, Jess, and Kaylah, trying to get some sort of answers. “It’s…no. I came to talk. I’m ready, I want to make this work, Tyson. You and me. Can we just go somewhere and talk?”

“Talk?” I laugh. “The time for talking was two fucking weeks ago when I was begging you to be mine. You’ve fucked me up, Bry. You need to go and leave me the fuck alone.”

“Dude,” Puck says, stepping forward, but with Brylee standing in front of me, everyone else is practically invisible.

“Ty?” she questions, trying to step forward again as she looks at me with concern. “What’s going on with you?”

“You fucked me up, Freckles,” I yell, feeling like I’ve repeated myself over and over again. What doesn’t she get about this? I shake my head, looking down at her in disappointment. “Just go home.”

She stands there, refusing to move. “But I love you,” she whispers, sounding broken.

Loud booming laughter is ripped from within me. “That’d be fucking right. Of course you come now telling me that. Well, guess what? You’re too fucking late.”

Jesse slaps the back of his hand over my chest as a signal to calm the fuck down. “What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Chill out.”

I keep my eyes trained on Brylee, but she doesn’t seem to be giving up. “I came here to fight for you. I got on a fucking plane, put my anxiety aside and got my ass here to tell you that I love you and you’re acting like a fucking pathetic loser. Look at you, Ty. Have you been in a fight?” I narrow my eyes, not wanting to give her an answer. She shakes her head and the disappointment is nearly enough to kill me. “This was a mistake coming here.”

She turns on her heel and begins storming back to wherever the fuck she came from. Courtney instantly hurries after her with Kaylah sticking it to Jesse by slamming his keys into Puck’s chest. “Drive their drunk asses home, will you? I’m too angry with them.”

Kaylah hurries after Courtney and Brylee and I’m left facing Puck who’s busily shaking his head. “Dude, you fucking blew it.”

My hands ball into fists but before I can knock this dickhead out, Jesse’s hands are slamming into my chest. He grabs the front of my shirt and throws me across the road like a fucking ragdoll until my back is slammed up against the side of his Range Rover. “What the fuck is your problem?” he demands, getting in my face. “It’s one thing to talk to us boys like shit while you’re hurting but you don’t treat Brylee like that. You fucking blew it, Ty. Did you even hear her when she spoke? She told you that she fucking loves you and you laughed at her. You could have had it all. You could have had your girl, but now you’ll be fucking lucky if she ever talks to you again. Fuck, man.”

Jesse slams his hand against his car, right next to my head before releasing my shirt and I slump back against his car as realization hits. My eyes go wide as I search Jesse’s. “What the fuck did I just do?” Brylee just showed up to make this work and I was too fucking drunk and angry to see that.

Fuck. Please don’t tell me that I told her it was too late? She’s never going to talk to me again. I have to fix this. I have to go after her.

I push off Jesse’s car and tear the keys out of Puck’s hands. “Woah, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demands, coming after me and tackling the keys right out of my hands.

“I have to fix this,” I tell him in a panic. “I just sent her the fuck away. I have to go after her.”

“Not like this, you’re not. You’re fucking wasted and covered in some poor fucker’s blood. Your clothes are torn and you look like trash.”

“Puck.

“No. Go and sober up, have a fucking cold shower and calm down. If you can drop the fucking chip on your shoulder and act like a decent human being to your girl, then yeah, maybe then I’ll drive you over there and you can start groveling at her feet.”

“Come on,” Jesse says, opening his passenger side door and getting in, the disappointment clear on his face. “We’ll take him back to my place. His mom will fucking kill him if he walks in like that.”

Puck nods and grabs me by my elbow before dragging me along until he’s shoving me in the back of Jesse’s car. Before I know it, he’s throwing me in a shower with the freezing cold water coming down over my head, yet I can’t seem to care as all that I can think about is her.