Page 86 of Redeeming Heart

“You fucken, bitch!” She snarled at Clarissa.

“That’s enough, Clarissa. Let it go.” I tried to get her to listen to me, but she kept fighting me off.

“Don’t make me punch you again,” I growled giving her another shove. I was already in deep shit because of throwing fists left and right. This was not what I had in mind for tonight or having to teach someone a lesson for messing with my teammates.

“Go inside, get a drink if you must, but just get out of here,” I suggested—not wanting this fight to escalate.

She gave me a nod and started walking away when Ashley just had to get up. She grabbed her friend’s drink wanting to throw it at Clarissa, but I somehow got in the way.

“Oh, shit.” I heard the girl’s mutter.

My whole shirt was covered in bluish alcohol and it was already starting to stain my favorite shirt. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from killing her.

I felt a strong hand wrapping around my forearm and weirdly Brandon’s touch calmed me instantly down. He slowly and cautiously pulled me back.

“That was uncalled for, Ashley,” Brandon said to her.

“Sasha got in the way; she should learn to keep her nose out of my business.” Ashley spat thinking that she was right and I was wrong.

“An apology would be nice,” I said through gritted teeth. “You were the one looking for trouble and instead of acting like a respectful person, you had to cause trouble.”

“This doesn’t concern you,” Ashley pressed.

“Clarissa is my teammate. Of course, it concerns me especially when you start calling people names who have done nothing to you.” I turned, wanting to get out of these wet, stained clothes.

I walked off into Brandon’s house and thought about getting a cab to take me home when Brandon caught up with me.

“Hey, I am sorry about that.” He apologized for something he didn’t have to apologize for.

“Don’t do that,” I began, shaking my head. “Don’t apologize for someone else.”

He nodded. “Can I at least offer you a shirt and maybe you can clean up in my bathroom?”

I shook my head. “I just want to go home. This is one of the many reasons why I stopped coming to parties.”

I just wanted to get out of here.

“I’ll take you home, but let’s just first get you out of those clothes.” I looked down at my stained shirt and decided to let him lend me a shirt. It’s been a good day and I don’t want it to end like this.

I followed him to his room which was on the second floor and definitely to my style. His walls were covered in things he has earned over the years. Signed shirts, and posters, including a hockey stick. I stopped in front of a familiar poster and gasped loudly.

“Is that a signed Iron Maiden poster?” I was gaping, staring at the poster.

He nodded, handing me a shirt. “Camille is going to flip a switch when she finds out you’ve got all of the bandmates to sign it.”

“Camille?” He asked, frowning.

“Oh, yeah, a friend of mine. She’s a huge fan of them. She might be a badass mechanical engineer but when it comes to her taste in music, she’s rockin’ out to these guys.” I took a picture and sent it to Camille.

“You can use my bathroom.” He offered, heading for the door.

“Am I going to be alright in here? I won’t walk out and find myself part of some kind of orgy, right? It will burn my eyes right off.”

He chuckled and shook his head at my question.

“I usually lock my door and everyone knows they are not allowed in here.” He pulled the door and softly shut it behind him.

I think it was a big mistake of him to leave me here alone in his room with all his trophies and signed gifts.

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