24
LEO
Carlos slams me into a locker and puts his forearm across my throat. “What the hell is wrong with you, man?”
“Get off me.”
“No. Not until you tell me just what the fuck is going on because Iknowyou’re not into Ellen and way into Foxy J. If you don’t start talking in the next fifteen seconds, I’ll beat it the fuck out of you,” he threatens. He’s seriously pissed. The veins on his neck are popping, and his face is red. Brent is standing behind him looking just as pissed off.
“Get the fuck off me,” I shout and give him a shove. He lets me go, and I sit down on the bench in the locker room and hang my head.
“Damn it, Becks,” Brent chides.
“Yeah.God damn it!” I shout as I spring up to stand and slam a fist into a locker.
“Fill us in on that ‘God damn it’,” Carlos demands.
I let my forehead bang against the locker and let out a sigh of resignation. There’s no way around it. They know this isn’t right, and if I don’t talk, they’ll make good on their threats.
“I don’t need any more bruises.”
Brent nods. “Then get to talking.”
