Page 100 of The Bro-code

PLAYING IT SAFE

COLE

What the fuck just happened?

One second I’m dancing with Bay and I almost fuck up three years of friendship by giving in to my feelings and kissing her. One second later, she’s kissing our new teammate Ryker.

I can’t even explain how that makes me feel.

Angry. Jealous. Hot.

So fucking hot.

My fists are clenched at my sides as I watch them kiss like their life depends on it and when they eventually part, all hell breaks loose.

I can’t quite make out what they’re saying at first, but it looks like they’re having a heated argument.

Then the music stops again and Ryker’s angry words are loud enough for pretty much everyone on the dance floor to hear.

“I saw you today in the locker room. You are the one who gave Jagger his good luck blowjob. I don’t know what kind of fucked up game you think you’re playing, but I’m out.”

What the fuck did Ryker just say? That can’t be true.

But I have no time to dwell on the shock caused by Ryker’s accusation because the argument heats up with every passing second.

I watch them like you watch a tennis match as he calls Bay a puck bunny and she demands he apologize.

When he refuses, things get physical. I don’t condone violence in any way, shape or form, except on the ice where it comes with the territory.

Now I know this is a double standard and if it was Ryker to lift his hand with the intention to slap Bay, I would have been on him faster than lightning.

It’s not because he’s a man and she’s a woman. It’s because Ryker is a foot taller than Bay and must have a hundred pounds on her, so I doubt she could do much damage.

Besides, he just called her a puck bunny and I’m about to lose my shit on her behalf.

The thing with violence however is that, no matter what, it always causes any situation to escalate. This time is no different.

Everything happens so fast that if I blinked I would have missed it.

Ryker blocks Bay’s strike by grabbing her arm and she struggles.

She loses her balance and ends up in the pool with a huge splash.

I lift the hem of my t-shirt, ready to jump in to her rescue but when someone ends up into the pool during a party full of inebriated people, things can get out of control extremely quickly.

I almost end up in the pool, run over by the stampede of people who must think this is some kind of party game.

Before I know it, the pool is full of people laughing and splashing each other without a care in the world.

My pulse skyrockets as I struggle to locate the only person I’m concerned about right now.

I spot Bay as she hoists herself out of the pool, strutting toward the house with her head held high.

“Bay,” Topher calls out.

“Whatever you have to say, Toph,” she says with a death glare in her ex’s direction. “I’m not interested. I’m sick of your entitled rich boy games. Get this message once and for all, you and I are over. Now, fuck off. I’m going to bed.”

This is one of the many reasons why I fell for Bay.

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