of Briâs car, with the way heâs laughing at Randy like there isnât a damn thing wrong with what heâs doing, with the fact that he just canât take a freakinâ no for an answerâ¦
Screw it. Iâm goinâ in.
Shoving my hands into my pockets, I tell Kellen, âIâm just gonna talk to him.â
Before he can argue, I stride toward Briâs car, which is parked beneath one of the two streetlamps out here. Matt catches my eye, and that stupid-ass smirk grows as he crosses his arms. âPerry! You have
got
to stop following me, man. Howâs it goinâ?â
Cocky bastard.
I flash a smirk of my own. âGoinâ really well. Except for the whole watching you stalk my neighbor thing. That could be better.â
He tilts his head to the side. âYou know, I wouldnât call it stalkingâmore like getting my girlfriend back. Nice try to start shit, though.â
âLast I heard, the girl was ready to walk three miles if it meant getting away from you.â
Someone snickers behind me. I glance over my shoulder. Half a dozen other guys from the team are crowded around, eating this shit up like vultures.
Witnesses are not awesome. Witnesses twist words and spread them like their lives depend on it.
Matt sighs dramatically. âAll right, you caught me, bro.â
My throat tightens as I look back to him. âDonât call me bro.â
âBri hates me,â he keeps on. âWhich is why Iâm sitting here until sheâs done eating. All I want to do is talk. Didnât realize that was a crime.â
âReally?â I say. âThatâs really a thing youâre going to do? Because sitting on her car in a dark parking lot isnât creepy at all.â
âHeâs got a point,â Blake chimes in, stepping to my side. âIâd be pretty damn creeped out if my ex was waiting on the hood of my truck.â
âThank you,â I say. âThank God someone out here has some sense.â
Matt stands and steps toward me. Flashbacks from last night play in my head, from when we were standing in almost this exact same spot, fighting about the exact same girl. Why do I keep getting into these messes, damn it?
âYou do
not
know when to quit,â he says. âWhyâve you been so stuck up Briâs ass lately? Youâve known the girl forever, but now that weâre on a breakââ
âBroken up,â I correct him. âI was standing right here when she dumped you, so donât try to bullshit me.â
ââyouâre trying to be some weird-ass white knight,â he finishes. âItâs pathetic, actually.â
I shrug. âIâm just sayinâ, there are plenty of girls in this town. Why chase one who doesnât want anything to do with you?â
âWhat the heck is going on?â
Matt and I both whip our heads to the side. Bri and her friend Becca are standing at the edge of our audience, dressed in their soccer practice sweats, each holding a Styrofoam cup. Bri locks eyes with me, confusion all over her face. I wince. How do I explain that Iâm kind-of-sort-of trying to help her?
âAnd here we have it,â Matt says. My attention snaps back to him. âYou
do
have a thing for the neighbor girl. That is really damn cute, Perry.â
He laughs, and God help me, my muscles are tenser than a stretched rubber band.
Breathe through it. Breathe.
My heart slams against my chest as he steps closer. Closer. Closer.
All I hear is the blood in my ears. Itâs rushing, and itâs thumping, and itâs pounding as I zero in on him like a hawk. Old Eric wouldâve shoved him already. Knocked him to the pavement. Beat him âtil his face looked like ground round.
But I canât be Old Eric. Old Eric is headline worthy. I ball my fists so tightly that my nails dig into my skin, and focus on that
.
Your team is family. You canât
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