"He wouldn't say a damn thing because he knows I'm with friends today," I reply.
"Friends," she scoffs.
"Don't worry your skanky gossiping pea-brain. I made sure to mention all the names of the people I was with," Tera says with a snort.
"Sure you did. There's no way Xan—"
I stand up now and I'm in her face. I'm short, at least six inches shorter than she is, but it doesn't matter. I get all up in her shit.
"You don't mention his name, bitch. You don't know him. You don't know anything about my marriage either. Let me fill you in. Xan trusts me. In fact, Carter asked Xander if it was okay if we did things together, not that it's any of your business." I take one more step forward, her eyes widening as I poke her in the chest. "Do you know what he said? He said he didn't care. You know why? Because unlike you, I haven't fucked the entire varsity football team—including the coach—and I've never given him a reason to doubt me."
She's got nothing to say to that.
"Run along with your whore friends," Shea tells them.
"The skank corner is over there," one of the guys says.
"You may be married to him and maybeyou'renot cheating, but if you think he's not on the road fucking every groupie he can, you're delusional. They're falling at his feet, touching him, kissing him. You think he's going to stop them when they grab his dick? I don't. No guy would stop that, especially when they're on such a high from being on stage," she scoffs.
I hate that she found my insecurity on the first try. I swallow it down and fake it.
I roll my eyes and turn to sit back down. She grabs my shirt and spins me around.
"You don't turn your—"
"Don't youeverfucking touch me with your filthy fucking hands. Don't youeveract like you know more about my life than I do. And most of all,don't you ever act like you know Xander better than I do.You may have been one of the easy chicks he fucked, but he's myhusbandnow and that means he'smine forever."
"I was more than a fuck to him. We were tog—"
That's it. I see red. Nothing but red. She fucking laid her hands on me. She won't shut up. She's pushed me too far. Hell fucking no.
I pull back my arm then let my fist fly right into her overly made up face. It's not easy hitting someone when you're this much shorter than them, but I did it. I think I might have jumped up to hit her because I got her in the eye.
She screams and her friends gasp.
"You hit me! You bitch?" she wails.
I nod. "I sure as fuck did. Now move the fuck on before I do it again."
Sasha and her friends scurry out of the diner and Gill walks over. He lets out a whistle.
"That was one hell of a right hook." He gives me an ice pack for my hand—which hurts like hell.
"Let me see." Gill pushes on my hand testing out the pain. "Doesn't look like anything's broke, but that's gonna hurt for a while. Keep icing it, girl, and you'll be all right."
"Thank you."
He chuckles. "Latina temper. You're a force to be reckoned with. I doubt she'll be forgetting that any time soon."
Shea fusses over me as does Carter.
"I'm fine. Really. Just bruised a bit."
As soon as I say that, they all start laughing.
"Holy shit, Tera," Dane, one of the football players says. "That was fucking epic."
"Tell me you got that on video," another player says.
