“You know I’ll come.” I grin.
“Alright, we’re in,” Aria says.
We head back to my place to grab my car. Taylor says something about Easton meeting us there and getting a ride with his buddies.
We might have left not long after the game ended, only stopping to grab some drinks, but by the time we get to the field, there's already a massive bonfire going and at least a dozen cars.
We grab our things and join the other partygoers. Aria grabs Taylor’s hand, pulling her toward the fire.
Music plays, and I lean back with a beer in my hand, smiling and watching as the girls let loose and enjoy themselves.
An hour goes by, and I’m five drinks in. Thankfully, Aria isn’t drinking, or we’d be walking home.
I only meant to have one, but forgot I was the one who drove us here by beer number three.
I’m feeling good, a nice buzz going on. The girls are having fun, switching from sitting with me to talking and dancing.
I was right, there’s no sign of Tyler. But Easton did show up about twenty minutes ago. He gave Taylor a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and then left again. No idea where he is.
And I don’t care. The death glare he sent my way told me he didn’t care to see me here.
Too bad for him. I’m not going anywhere.
“I need to piss.” I groan as I stand from my seat. “Save my spot.”
I’m a little lightheaded as I trudge toward the trees. Maybe I need to stop drinking for the night. I wanted a buzz, not to be drunk.
I find a spot away from sight, lower my fly, and pull my dick out to piss. I sigh with relief, head tipped back.
As I’m finishing up, tucking myself away, I hear a moan.
Smirking, I chuckle to myself. People are already hooking up in the bushes, I see. Good on them.
I’m turning around, ready to leave, when I hear the girl again. “Fuck, Tyler, yes, right there. Harder.”
Tyler?
No. It’s not Aria’s Tyler, is it? It can’t be. Tyler is a common name. It could be anyone.
“You like that, baby? You like my thick cock taking that tight little pussy?”
That voice. I know that voice.
Rage fills my already cloudy mind.
Staggering toward the grunting sounds, I stumble upon Tyler fucking into some girl, who’s bent over, gripping the tree.
“Didn’t know Aria had red hair,” I sneer, my fists clenching at my side.
Tyler’s head snaps toward me, eyes widening. “Shit.” He pulls out of the girl. “Bennett. It’s not what it looks like.”
I snort a laugh. “You’re fucking kidding me, right? So you’re not sticking your dick in another woman? A woman who isn’t my best friend.”
“Bennett.” He quickly tries to put his dick back in his pants. The girl scrambles away, taking off toward the party. “Listen.”
He doesn’t get the chance to say another word. My hand flies towards his face. I can feel his nose crunching under my fist.
He screams out in pain, hand going to his nose. “You broke my fucking nose!”
