Livvy sees the tableau of the guys all circled around each other, each with a teammate or two guarding them, and their collective focus on me in Jolie’s arms.

“But you said we could get dinner,” she says, simpering. “I’m starving after all that activity.”

“Activity,” Jolie says.

“You betcha, bitch.”

“Who is that, Izzy?” she whispers to me.

“Livvy.”

Jolie clenches her jaw. “That’s Livvy?”

“Yeah.”

My best friend releases me, takes off all of her jewelry except her engagement ring, and hands it to me. She stomps over to the woman who’s victimized me for the last several months.

Livvy’s standing there like an idiot with a wide smile on her face, leaning against Brad even though he isn’t engaging with her.

The fatal flaw, of course, is that Livvy doesn’t know my best friend.

Once within reach, Jolie draws back a cupped hand and slams it into Livvy’s cheek. My bestie strikes her with total follow-through, and it snaps Livvy’s head to the side while she falls to the ground.

“You’re the bitch who was blowing him in the bathroom!” Jolie screams at the woman crumpled on the floor.

Livvy reaches for Jolie’s hair and yanks. Jolie falls ass over tea kettle on top of Livvy, and the two slap and tear each other’s shirts while cameras flash.

“I’ll kill you!” Jolie screams.

“Not if I kill you first!”

“Damn, they’re really going for it,” Brad comments.

Trick clasps onto Jolie’s arms and wrenches her out of the fray.

Livvy makes a final, pathetic swipe at her but misses, so Jolie spits on her.

The stadium’s queen bitch staggers to her feet on shaky legs.

“Let’s go, Brad!” she screams.

“About that,” he says and scratches his neck. “I’m taking Izzy home today.”

Like hell he is.

I’m not going home with any of them.

“What the fuck does that mean?” she screeches. “I’m your girl!”

“You’re a fun time, Livvy. That’s all.”

“Ouch, man,” Mason says. “That was harsh.”

“Shut the fuck up, little league.”

Mason bellows a laugh. “Naw, man. I prefer calling you on your shit.”

“Is that why you’ve been pranking me all season?”