legs, I feel him growing harder against me. I fight against him, but my head throbs and he quickly rolls on top of me, pinning me underneath him. He has an apologetic expression, maybe even regret covering his face when he says, “I’m sorry for cheating on you. Give me another—”
“Get off me, you asshat,” I say, angry. Pressing against his chest, I push hard to get him off. “You were such a mistake. There’s no chance in Hell I’ll make it again.”
In an instant, he’s gone when Evan yanks Will off of me, holding him high enough that his feet barely touch the ground. “What the fuck are you doing?”
With his hands up in surrender, Will stammers, “I, er, uh—”
“If you ever come near her again, I’ll make you regret the day you laid eyes on her. Do you understand me?”
Obviously losing his sensibilities, he replies, “I understand that I fucked your girlfriend and she came back begging for more.” Will laughs.
I cringe as I get up. Standing there in shock as I listen to Will, clearly unaware of who he’s taking on.
Evan’s glare is unwavering, not showing anything other than hatred toward Will. His biceps are strong and defined as he holds him up. When he releases him, he shoves him in the chest and says, “You apologize to her or you’re gonna be the one begging, but for mercy.”
“Fuck you,” Will spews, his temper flaring.
“Fuck me?” Evan laughs. He grabs his arm, turning him toward the door, and pushes him. “Fuck you, dude.”
Sarah’s suddenly by my side, her eyes searching mine. “Are you alright?”
Frantic, I say, “We can’t let them fight. I don’t want Evan fighting.”
From behind, I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Are you hurt, Mallory?” Ryan’s there, worried and cups my cheek just as Evan and Will disappear outside.
My head is pounding and I’m uncomfortable by the intimacy of the touch, so I turn away and reply, “I’m fine—”
“You hit your head and there’s blood. I can clean it and make sure you don’t need stitches.” He starts to pull me by the hand, insistent with his grip, and leads me toward the bathroom.
I pull my hand free and stop just as Evan appears, and says, “I’ll take it from here.” Taking my hand in his, he bends his elbow, which tugs me closer, and holds my hand against his chest, his eyes never leaving Ryan’s.
Evan doesn’t look like he’s been in a fight to my relief. I follow his gaze back to Ryan, who remains close—protective in his stance. I’m not sure if he’s on guard for himself or me though, which makes me nervous.
Stepping forward, my body is the only thing separating the two ego-puffed chests.
“Sure, man,” Ryan says, “just making sure she gets taken care of properly .”
A heavy sigh escapes me, knowing Ryan’s words are meant to incite, insinuating everything, and that they will set Evan off again. There’s no fear in Ryan’s eyes, though I think there should be. He confidently stakes his claim to the spot where he stands… maybe even of me. Fuck!
When I look from Ryan back to Evan, I freeze. I’ve only seen Evan truly mad once before. It was the night he fought with Noah, the night we both fought with Noah at the luau, but his eyes were different. Evan’s eyes back then showed hate, but also hurt, sadness, and confusion mixed in. The look in Evan’s eyes right now sends a shiver down my spine while breaking my heart simultaneously. Taking a step back closer to Evan, I squeeze his hand and try to pull him away from this tense situation, but he doesn’t budge. “Evan? C’mon. Let’s go,” I whisper.
Surprising me, he looks down. His face softens when his eyes look into mine. When he turns back to Ryan, his eyes harden with a narrowed glare.
“You say you’re her friend,” Evan says, his voice calm—maybe too calm. “But it seems to me that you…” he pulls me closer, against his side and wraps his arm around me, “…want more from her.”
Ryan is quick,
“Get off me, you asshat,” I say, angry. Pressing against his chest, I push hard to get him off. “You were such a mistake. There’s no chance in Hell I’ll make it again.”
In an instant, he’s gone when Evan yanks Will off of me, holding him high enough that his feet barely touch the ground. “What the fuck are you doing?”
With his hands up in surrender, Will stammers, “I, er, uh—”
“If you ever come near her again, I’ll make you regret the day you laid eyes on her. Do you understand me?”
Obviously losing his sensibilities, he replies, “I understand that I fucked your girlfriend and she came back begging for more.” Will laughs.
I cringe as I get up. Standing there in shock as I listen to Will, clearly unaware of who he’s taking on.
Evan’s glare is unwavering, not showing anything other than hatred toward Will. His biceps are strong and defined as he holds him up. When he releases him, he shoves him in the chest and says, “You apologize to her or you’re gonna be the one begging, but for mercy.”
“Fuck you,” Will spews, his temper flaring.
“Fuck me?” Evan laughs. He grabs his arm, turning him toward the door, and pushes him. “Fuck you, dude.”
Sarah’s suddenly by my side, her eyes searching mine. “Are you alright?”
Frantic, I say, “We can’t let them fight. I don’t want Evan fighting.”
From behind, I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Are you hurt, Mallory?” Ryan’s there, worried and cups my cheek just as Evan and Will disappear outside.
My head is pounding and I’m uncomfortable by the intimacy of the touch, so I turn away and reply, “I’m fine—”
“You hit your head and there’s blood. I can clean it and make sure you don’t need stitches.” He starts to pull me by the hand, insistent with his grip, and leads me toward the bathroom.
I pull my hand free and stop just as Evan appears, and says, “I’ll take it from here.” Taking my hand in his, he bends his elbow, which tugs me closer, and holds my hand against his chest, his eyes never leaving Ryan’s.
Evan doesn’t look like he’s been in a fight to my relief. I follow his gaze back to Ryan, who remains close—protective in his stance. I’m not sure if he’s on guard for himself or me though, which makes me nervous.
Stepping forward, my body is the only thing separating the two ego-puffed chests.
“Sure, man,” Ryan says, “just making sure she gets taken care of properly .”
A heavy sigh escapes me, knowing Ryan’s words are meant to incite, insinuating everything, and that they will set Evan off again. There’s no fear in Ryan’s eyes, though I think there should be. He confidently stakes his claim to the spot where he stands… maybe even of me. Fuck!
When I look from Ryan back to Evan, I freeze. I’ve only seen Evan truly mad once before. It was the night he fought with Noah, the night we both fought with Noah at the luau, but his eyes were different. Evan’s eyes back then showed hate, but also hurt, sadness, and confusion mixed in. The look in Evan’s eyes right now sends a shiver down my spine while breaking my heart simultaneously. Taking a step back closer to Evan, I squeeze his hand and try to pull him away from this tense situation, but he doesn’t budge. “Evan? C’mon. Let’s go,” I whisper.
Surprising me, he looks down. His face softens when his eyes look into mine. When he turns back to Ryan, his eyes harden with a narrowed glare.
“You say you’re her friend,” Evan says, his voice calm—maybe too calm. “But it seems to me that you…” he pulls me closer, against his side and wraps his arm around me, “…want more from her.”
Ryan is quick,
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