“It’s me, Mike Hudson. Remember? We dated in high school.”
He smirked, lingering by the fire hydrant in a pair of jeans and a blue sports jersey. He still looked the same with curly brown hair and a light dusting of whiskers, but he’d put on a little weight around the gut. Without missing a beat, Michael walked in my direction and I began to get nervous.
“Still lookin’ good, Sexy Lexi.”
“Don’t call me that, Michael. I never liked that nickname.”
“All in fun,” he said defensively, easing up to my right. “So, you work at Sweet Treats?”
When his eyes slid down my body and up again, I stepped back. “Yeah. Do you work around here?”
Michael stepped forward. “Nah. I’m in town visiting my parents and decided to take a tour down memory lane—hook up with some of the guys. Want to join us? We’re having pizza and beers over there,” he said, pointing three shops up the road.
“No, thanks. You guys have fun. I have to go, but it was good seeing you,” I lied, turning on my heel and walking briskly toward the car.
“Wait a minute,” he protested, jogging up behind me. “It’s been how many years and you’re giving me the cold shoulder? I thought you liked me?”
I whirled around and pressed my finger against his chest. “You gave me a bad reputation and then after my brother beat your ass, you had your friends jump him when he got off work. Then I was tagged with that sorry fucking nickname that stuck for three years. Three years, Michael.” I glanced down at his wedding band. “Go home to your wife and kids, and just pray some idiot doesn’t ever do that to one of your daughters.”
I finally had my moment, and it felt really damn good as I stormed to the car, ready to do my victory dance. I’d waited a long time to tell him off, and it didn’t require a ten-minute speech. The less time I had to spend with him, the better.
But then he caught my wrist.
“You’re still mad over that?”
I turned around and tugged my arm, but he kept a firm hold. Memories of our relationship flooded back. Something never felt right about our first time, but I assumed that’s how it went with all the girls. The boy pressuring, the girl saying no, the boy insisting, the girl squirming because it hurt, the boy telling her it was always like that the first time and holding her wrists, the girl wincing in pain and crying. “Next time it won’t hurt as bad,” he’d said to me.
There was no next time with Michael. Maybe I was naïve in thinking the first time should have been special, but he was an insensitive jerk and I regretted giving myself to him. When I had refused to have sex with him again, he broke up with me.
That’s when he made up the nickname and harassed me for the rest of the school year with obscene gestures in the hallway and spreading rumors.
I snapped my arm back again, but he kept hold of it. The streets were empty and most of the shops had closed down except for the pizza place and theater.
“Look, I’m sorry,” he finally said. “We were just a bunch of dumb kids. Let me walk you to your car and we’ll go our separate ways. It’s been a long time and I don’t think it’s fair you’re holding me accountable for something I did when I was a teenager.”
We were moving toward the car and I was too confused to react because of how reasonable he seemed.
“If it’s any consolation, your brother had his friends kick the living shit out of mine as payback.”
I blinked. “No, he didn’t.” Not that Wes would have told me, but it didn’t sound like him.
“Yeah, he did. I don’t know who did it, either, because none of the guys talked about it. Someone must have threatened them because I can’t even get them to talk about it today. They stayed out of school for a week with their faces all messed up.”
We approached the car and I sighed. “Thanks, Michael. Look, what’s done is done. Have a good life.”
Damn, that sounded cold, and I opened the door to my cootiemobile.
That’s when Michael gripped the hem of my skirt and yanked it up, pushing me against the open door. My heart raced and I couldn’t breathe from the sudden shock of being forcefully pinned. Either I’d have to stand there and let him grope me or get in the car. I sure as hell wasn’t getting in the car with him right behind me. My hands rested on the roof and I started to push back when he grabbed my hips with a painful grip.
“Still feels good, Sexy Lexi. Real good,” he growled in my ear, running familiar hands over a place where they had once been. “Just like old times.”
The next thing I knew, Michael was yanked off me quicker than a heartbeat. I pulled down my skirt and turned around, confused by the abrupt cessation and silence.
Oh, my God.
Austin was straddling Michael, his brutal hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing tightly. Michael’s face swelled up until it turned an ugly shade of bluish red, his mouth agape as he struggled to get air in. He tried to punch Austin and buck him off, but that was about as effective as moving the Great Pyramid of Giza.
I tackled Austin, knocking him onto the cement and falling on my side. Michael made a sound like a donkey as he pulled air into his lungs and Austin rolled over to finish what he started.
