Page 138 of My Rules

“Gregory ...” Blake stands. “Don’t touch her again.”

“I’ll do what I want with her,” Gregory fires back. “She is my date.”

“Yeah, well.” Blake glares at him. “You should probably back the fuck up.”

“Leave it,” Kayla whispers under her breath.

What the hell is going on here with these idiots?

My angry pulse begins to sound in my ears, and I run up and take my shot. It bounces into the gutter, and I don’t knock even one pin down.

Blake slow claps. “Well done.”

Fuck you.

I storm back and take a seat.

Kayla takes her shot, and of course, she gets a strike, and then it’s Gregory’s turn again.

He takes the ball out of the thing and puts his fingers in the holes.

“Show us what you’ve got,” Blake says.

They glare at each other, and some kind of hidden message passes between these two idiots.

Why do they suddenly hate each other? Did I miss part of the conversation?

“What are you fucking looking at?” Blake sneers.

“Your ugly face,” Gregory snaps back.

Uh-oh, shit’s turning south here.

“Yeah, well, don’t bother.”

Kayla drops her head to hide her smile ... I swear to god, stop laughing, stupid.

“What is your problem?” Gregory spits.

Blake stands, and he and Gregory come face to face. “You’re my fucking problem.”

“You don’t like the fact that”—Gregory smiles darkly—“I’m just about to kick your ass at bowling.”

What the hell?

“Yeah, well ... maybe I’m just about to kick your ass in the parking lot.” Blake pushes Gregory in the chest, and Gregory pushes him back.

“Stop it,” I snap.

Blake pushes Gregory again, and Gregory steps back. His huge, goofy bowling shoes get caught, and he stumbles back and trips over onto the floor.

“Blake,” I stammer. “What are you doing?”

“Get out.”

We all look up to see the manager of the bowling alley standing over us. She points at Blake, then at the door. “You have one minute to leave the premises, or I’m calling the police.”

Blake looks between us.

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