Bodie
“Shit, that hurts.” I can’t remember the last time I was in this much pain. “You need to get a new couch, Cap.”
“My couch is just fine. Your dumbass is just hurting because you went all Hulk on that guy last night.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Last night is the last thing I want to be thinking about right now. My head is still spinning from the beer we drank when we came back here last night, and my stomach is already in knots over what happened and how I left things with Bryce. Deepdown, I know it wasn’t his fault. I’m pretty sure he didn’t want Drew kissing him. In hindsight, I saw he was trying to push Drew off him, but in that moment, I couldn’t handle it. I reacted too quickly when I saw Drew touching Bryce and, even worse, kissing him. I went from zero to one hundred without even thinking about the consequences. All I know is I wanted to hurt Drew. My blood boils just thinking about it now.
“What was I supposed to do?”
“Definitely shouldn’t have beaten his ass in a bar full of people, that’s for sure.”
I can’t even disagree with him, but it’s too late now. All I can do is try to fix things with Bryce and hope Drew doesn’t retaliate.
“How did you know what was happening in the hallway anyway?”
“A couple heads turned toward the hallway, then I heard Bryce shouting. Half the bar did, I’m sure.”
The scabs growing on my knuckles itch and leave me thinking about what Drew’s face must look like this morning.
“What happens if he presses charges?”
“I don’t know, man. It could be disciplinary action from management, but if you’re officially charged…” Davidson scratching the back of his head doesn’t bode well. He always does that when he’s sugar-coating shit for me, which isn’t often.
“You can say it, Cap. I could be fired, right?”
“Unlikely, but it depends how badly you hurt him.”
“He’s lucky he was still breathing.”
“Alright, tough guy. Simmer down.”
I grip my hair tightly as I run my fingers through the curls.
“Let’s get you some breakfast, and I’ll take you home.”
“Yes, please feed me. Anything to take my mind off this shit.”
Davidson laughs as he grabs both our jackets and waits at the front door for me.
I’m so ready to get food in my stomach and go home to talk to Bryce before he goes to work.
As we walk into the diner, both of our phones start chirping with messages.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask when Davidson checks his first.
“Shit, Foster. Check your messages—now.”
As soon as I see the double-digit notification bubble on messages, I know the team is involved. Half of them forwarded the same video that starts with me already on top of Drew. Watching it, I don’t even recognize myself—I’m not a fighter. After Davidson drags me away from the scene, my heart breaks a little bit when I see the look on Bryce’s face. I don’t even remember him saying anything, but I can see his lips move just before I kick Drew and walk away.
“This isn’t good, Foster.” Davidson’s worry lines are showing on his face. “They tagged the team.”
“Shit, that means…”
“That means Miller has seen it.”
Our PR woman, Courtney Miller, is a pro and aware of everything that happens on social media involving the team.
