Page 50 of The Game
Hunter pauses for a second then looks back to Asher. He shakes his head.
“No, this has to be done without her. She wants him. He gives her butterflies. This is where we make him work for her. If he really wants in, he’ll do this.”
Asher overhears us and replies.
“I want this to work. I want to be with Mila, and I understand this is the way it has to be for you guys.”
Roman calls for us to hurry up. I would say he's a little impatient but it's his birthday and he wants to see Mila. We track our way through the backyard and into the spot where it all began. Roman drops his backpack and pulls out the knife.
Asher takes a step back, then shakes his head, holding his hands up.
“Okay, I didn’t know there was a knife involved.” He turns pale in the moonlight. Roman chuckles, think this is more for him than the rest of us. Hell, I'm thinking Mila has no idea what's going on. This is the Roman show. I'm just along for the ride.
“How did you think we got the blood brother scars? Mila has one on her palm too. They’re identical. We made a pact to be together forever. If you want this. If you truly want to be with Mila. You will be part of this and wear the scar on your hand.” Roman explains to him.
“Don’t worry, football season is over. You have me to contend with next season. So, if you don’t heal up, I have no problems taking your spot on the team.” Hunter jokes with him.
Asher mumbles. “Fuck, I didn’t think about that.”
Hunter laughs. “Yeah, I'm not a quarterback like Jace. I’m a wide receiver dude.”
“Alright, let's get this over with because Roman has a date tonight with a very special lady and it's cold out here.” I didn't want to wait around here any longer. And I sure as hell didn't want to hear them fighting over who was going to be the wide receiver for the King’s next season.
I didn't even want to think about Hunter not being a Rebel anymore. Hell, this time next week he won't even be attending Ridgecrest high anymore.
I fucking hate his dad for doing this. Splitting us up like this. Doesn't matter what school you go to. Education is education in my eyes.
Roman flicks the knife out, the silver of it gleans in the moonlight. I hear Asher take a small intake of breath. I realize now that we made another mistake about this. We all did it together. As in we pressed our palms together to make the blood pact.
But that’s another thing Roman doesn’t care about. He said this was the only way, and I believe him. But now everything is piecing together, and I think this might have a little bit more to do with the kiss last night.
I’d been a little upset that Mila had kissed Asher before she kissed me. So, I thought this was a good idea. I remember that knife and that hurt like a bitch.
“Do you want this? do you really want this?” Roman asks Asher.
“Yes, I've told you I do. She’s it for me. I don't care how young we are. I just know it in my bones. I love her.”
Roman nods, then punches Asher in the stomach and he keels over and groans. Hunter looks just as confused as I am, but Roman nods for us to come over.
“Hunter, it's your turn,” and Asher stands up. Getting ready for another blow.
Okay, this is new as well. No one told me that this is how it was going down. I wish they would talk to me more so we'd all be on the same page coming, not this. Hunter hits him in the stomach, only this time Asher drops to his knees and hisses out in pain.
Hunter looks to me, and he doesn't even have to say a word. I know what to do. I'm going to enjoy it, just a little. Asher can be a cocky asshole, but he seems to have soften around Mila. He gets to his feet, but this time. He tries to stand tall, but the pain he’s in won’t let him. I hit him in the same spot, only I give him a soft blow. He groans but keeps standing.
I eye Hunter, but he just shrugs. Okay, I guess that wasn’t just new to me and Roman took some creative flare.
“Hold your hand out,” Asher gives his right hand over to Roman. Then quickly changes his mind to his left.
“Good idea.” I tell him. Or he won't be jerking off with that hand for weeks.
Roman takes his hand in his and looks Asher in the eye.
“Do you promise to take care of Mila? Protect each other, our secrets, and our lives. Blood friends for life.” The words are new and old. Mixed with the words of our past.
“I promise.” Asher says, and I can hear in his voice his wants this. He really does love Mila..
“Blood Brothers.” Hunter cheers and I do the same.
