Page 31 of Your Side of the Offense

Well, this is going to be mature. I am not exactly sure why they are here, but their demeanors are telling, I just hope I’m picking up the wrong signals.

I try to not let the violence I feel towards this Logan fella rear its head. Because if that happens it won’t be fucking good.

Chill out, Arch. Chill.

“Hey, boys,” Trevor says stopping in front of us, arms crossed over his front.

Neither me nor Harvey reply or stop what we’re doing. No way we are responding to ‘boy.’ We know what this is.

“We are talking to you. Are you deaf, freshmen?” he raises his voice.

A few gasps ring from behind them. They are the big dogs, thinking that we’re scared of them. If I was here on a scholarship or I needed any of this shit, I’d be afraid, but this motherfucker is wrong if he thinks I won’t rearrange his fucking face. Especially this fucker enjoying my girlfriend’s liberties.

I step closer and Harvey steps next to me. We are at eye level with Logan, but Trevor is a few inches shorter.

“You should reply when your seniors are talking to you. You are in our turf, freshmen.” Logan sneers

“You stepping?” Trevor asks.

“Do you have anything of value you want to say, or you are here to suck our dicks? In which case, I’m sure you know what to do,” Harvey says and the whole room erupts in laughter.

“So, you and that girl, Summer. She your ex?” Trevor asks.

“Why don’t you ask Logan, I’m sure he knows.” Harvey glares.

“She actually hasn’t said anything about you,” Logan says.

“Maybe ask her again when she throws you some scraps,” I say.

Logan’s nostrils flare. Ah. So, he’s not getting through to her yet. Yes.

“You all need to step back. I’ve chosen her as mine. You should look through our stock of seconds like you did this afternoon.” Logan smiles and the room erupts in more laughter.

“The only person who needs to remember their lane here is you, boys,” I say, getting annoyed. “Now if you want to do something then do it, otherwise fuck off our faces.” I hate all this talking like we’re 10-year-olds.

At this point, my hands are itching and when that happens it means they’ll be thrown any second. And I don’t fucking lose fights.

“What the fuck are you doing congregated like it’s easter Sunday,” Coach’s voice nips through everything and the whole locker room gets moving.

Trevor and Logan turn but not without glares and unspoken promises of retaliation.

I just wish we were elsewhere, I’d shove-in that fucking nose of his. See what he does then.

9

STILL BUTTERFLIES

Summer

I pace in my room when staring at the screen with the coursework for next week proves fruitless. All I can think about is the taco place. Them with those girls, Harvey dragging that girl out to probably do whatever with her.

I know I said I’m single and they should move on, but I wasn’t prepared for how much it would hurt when they did. I am not planning on taking them back, but I don’t want to see them with other girls either.

I can’t help but blame myself a little for it. They’re little possessive psychos, and it wasn’t going to be received well seeing me laughing with another guy but…

I sigh inwardly. I don’t even know.

I was so angry as Logan drove me back to my dorm, I jumped out without even saying goodbye.

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