Mike shoved me backward with considerable force. “The fuck did you say about Jessie?”
“I said, she’s a jealous fucking bitch and she needs to quit talking shit about my wife,” I shouted, lunging for him. The cameras swung our way. Showtime.
“She thinks she’s so hot with all that ginger hair—” Mikey tried, shoving me backward.
“You’re a fucking ginger, dumbass!” I slapped him upside the head and his eyes went betrayed. Must have actually hurt. Oops.
This was literally the most ridiculous thing we could be fighting over, but given our reputations, it worked. “The fuck you just call me?” he yelled, getting in my face with a little bit of spittle landing on it.
“You just spit on me, bro?” There. Turn the conversation away from Mara and Jessie.
“I’ll spit on whoever the fuck I want to,” Mikey yelled back, grabbing me by the shirt. We gripped each other’s shoulders and wrestled out into the hallway. I had plans to push him to the ground, but we mutually tripped anyway. He fell on top of me, but quickly flipped so it looked like I had the upper hand. We rolled around on the ground, half making noises that were just grumbling instead of words like we were in a cartoon. I was just getting ready to pummel Mike’s face when Romelski ran in to pull me off him.
Next came Coach in his designated role. “What the fuck is going on here? Both of you, my office, NOW.”
As we stepped into Coach’s office, Mikey patted my shoulder and shot me a wink. Fucker. He was going to blow our cover.
I shoved him into the doorframe—and accidentally split the skin at his temple.
“Jackie!” he gasped, scandalized.
Well, guess it looked real enough now.
FORTY-NINE
MARA
MARCH
A textfrom an unknown number chimed on my phone.
304-555-5555
Hey, I know we don’t really know each other
This is Jessie Miknevicius, Mikey’s wife
Oh, hey! Let me add your number. How’s it going?
This is awkward as hell, but my husband’s always up to something so I have a feeling I already know the answer
Do you have some kind of beef with me?
(facepalm emoji)
My husband is also always up to something
I have no beef with you, promise
Anyway, what did they do?
(pic of Jack on top of Mikey on the ground, though Mikey appears to be smiling)
sigh
Ben sent me this too
(pic of Mikey with blood running down the side of his face)
