Page 61 of Wasted Memories
“Fucking dick,” Stella said as Luke stopped in his tracks and turned to her.
“Say that again,” he seethed.
“I said you’re a dick. Watch where you’re fucking walking.” Luke got in her face, the drinks in her hands knocking against his chest.
“Come on, Stella. He did it on purpose. Don’t waste your energy on him,” Jessica said as she turned to keep walking.
“You give Jett shit for drinking yet here you three are double fisting.” I hated the way he spit the words out like he was teetering on the edge of insanity.
As soon as I thought it, he plucked a beer out of Stella’s grasp and tilted it slowly onto her shirt, the contents of the cup spilling down her cleavage, onto her white long sleeve top. She shoved him with the other cup still in her hand, that one spilling onto him.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Everyone around us couldn’t either, because they were all starting to stare. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of movement and in a blink, Brendt was between Luke and Stella. He shoved Luke back, so hard that he flew into the chain link fence a few feet behind him.
Brendt got in his face, anger practically rolling off of him. “You disrespect her one more goddamn time and you’ll regret it.”
Luke smiled at him, his teeth flashing. “You used to do it with us, Brendt. What happened to the good ol’ days? Or are you too pussy whipped now?”
Brendt slammed his fist into the chain link fence beside Luke’s head. “I’d never act that way toward anyone,especiallyher.”
Jessica had grabbed napkins and was blotting at Stella’s top, her bra already showing through the fabric.
“You telling me you don’t disrespect her little mouth in bed?”
Before Luke could finish his sentence, Brendt’s fist collided with the side of his face. His head snapped to the side and he spit blood, laughing. He was fucking insane.
Stella ignored the two of them, focusing on wiping her top off from where we stood a few feet away. I knew she didn’t care much about the beer. It looked more like she was trying to busy her hands instead of focusing on what they were saying to each other.
Easton and Wesley rounded the corner, coming through the narrow space between the bleachers toward us. They were talking to each other when they saw what was happening, both instantly springing into action.
Wesley ran over to where I was standing in front of Stella.
“What happened? Are you okay?” He took in the scene as Easton pulled Brendt off Luke, who had his hands fisted in the front of Luke’s shirt as he shook him.
“He’s not worth it," Easton said to him.
“We’re fine. Just spilled some beer,” Stella spoke quietly, like she was in a daze.
“You mean Luke spilled beer on you, purposefully,” Jessica explained.
Wesley looked to where Easton was with Brendt, then back to us. Brendt was opening and closing his fists like he ached to punch Luke a couple more times. I didn’t blame him. I wanted to punch him myself after the shit he just did.
“I’m glad we came down to check on you guys, we were wondering what was taking so long.”
“Would you believe me if I said long line?” He frowned at me and then turned his attention back to Stella. “Are you okay, Stella?”
“I’m fine.” She turned around and aimed for the ladies’ restroom. She was probably embarrassed and starting to get cold. Her shirt was soaked.
“Stella!” Brendt yelled before he pushed away from Easton to run over to her. She tried to ignore him, continuing to the restrooms, but he moved in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. He shrugged out of his flannel, wrapping it around her shoulders. “Take this,” he said in a gentle tone.
I looked back to Easton, not wanting to intrude on whatever moment they were having together. He was walking over to us as Luke walked the other way, his hands fisted as he went.
“Did he say anything to you?” Wesley asked me.
“No.” I crossed my arms, suddenly uncomfortable, bringing my attention to Wesley. “He just said some shit and spilled a beer on Stella. Then Brendt intervened.”
“Well, I’m glad he did. I don’t know if I would’ve had the same self-restraint to be able to let Luke walk away if he did that to you.” Wesley’s body was stiff, his eyes angry as he spoke.
I knew Wesley cared about me, wanted to protect me, but I felt bad having him stuck in the crossroads of this shitty situation. He came to Oldport for a fresh start and all I seemed to do was pull him into this small-town drama.
