Page 35 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
Before I could answer, Lo and the guys were suddenly behind me.
“She’s gonna get her husband to beat the fuck out of you,” Lo growled, eyes locked on the idiot.
The three punks looked around and started to shrink a little, but still didn’t back down.
“This doesn’t concern you.It’s private,” the one who had screamed at April retorted.
“Private?”Cyn snorted.“You might want to look up the definition, asshat.”
“She’s my woman.I’ll talk to her however the hell I want,” he barked.
Greta stepped forward.“You good with this dipshit claiming you?”she asked the girl gently.
The girl shook her head.“We’re just on a date.”
Greta scoffed.“Looks like you’re still in the test phase, Bob.”
“My name isn’t fucking Bob, bitch,” he spat at Greta.
Wrong move.
Bear straightened.
Greta whispered, “Oh boy.That was stupid.This is gonna hurt,” she added.
Hero and Clash flanked the guys from behind.Bear, Lo, and Wrecker moved in from the front.The three dipshits turned to run and smacked right into Hero and Clash.
“We don’t want trouble!”one shouted.“This is all the girl’s fault!”
Lo cracked his neck.“Let’s take a walk to the parking lot and have a chat.”
They tried to scramble, but the guys guided them up the path.
Alice, Adley, and I rushed over to the girl.
“Hey,” I said softly.“You okay?”
She nodded, but her face was red and her hands were shaking.
“I’m fine.I didn’t mean to hit the ball so hard.”
“Babe, you barely tapped it,” I said.“Don’t apologize.Alice smoked one two holes back that hit Clash in the back of the head.”
Alice raised a hand.“True story.Don’t know how I did it.He was a hole behind us.”
The girl blinked away tears.“I’m so sorry.”
“Nope.Stop that,” I said.“You didn’t do anything wrong.He’s not your boyfriend, is he?”
She shook her head.“Second date.Thought it was just going to be him, then his buddies showed up.We drove all the way here from Dodge.I thought we were getting dinner back home.”
Adley’s jaw dropped.“Two hours?Without asking you?”
“Yeah,” she sighed.
I dug in my purse for tissues, and of course, a damn turtle fell out.
“I’m being haunted,” I muttered, while handing her the tissue and stuffing the turtle back in.
