Page 64 of Hooked On Him
“Dibs on Brogan,” I shout the moment Charlie snaps, snarling as he starts to rush over to the group like a bull.
I take off after him, Cole on our heels, and even some of the other guys on our team follow, seeming to have our back.
The group of guys from the football team’s eyes widen in surprise for a moment before they start after us, too.
We all clash together, shouting and getting into a brawl. Brogan goes to swing for one of my teammates, but I punch him in the face first.
He lets out a cry, blood spurting from his nose. A sick smile makes its way onto my face as I grab the fucker by the shirt and pull him away from the group and under the bleachers.
Throwing him to the ground, I straddle him and throw a punch.
“Fuck you!” he shouts. “Get off me, you crazy bastard.”
Snarling, I punch him again, chipping one of his teeth. He curses, swings back, and hits me in the jaw. I see red, wrapping my hands around his neck.
“Why should I?” I spit in his face. “You didn’t get off Levi when he fucking asked you to.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He chokes out, trying to claw at my arms.
“I know what you did to him. I know how you treated him. You never deserved him. You're just some spineless piece of shit. A sad little boy who gets off putting other people down to make himself feel better. Levi is the best damn thing you were ever going to get. Now he’s mine.”
He manages to get in a punch. Pain splits through my head, making me grunt as I get shoved to the side.
Brogan rolls over and spits blood before looking at me with murderous eyes.
“You never deserved Levi,” I shout. “He’s too fucking good for you. I’m gonna treat him like the king he is. Make him forget you ever existed. How fucking messed up do you have to be to force sex from people? Can't get it on your own, huh?
“Fuck you.” Brogan spits. “Whatever the little prick said is a lie. He’s fucking pathetic. You can have that little freak.” Brogan growls. “He was shit in bed anyways.”
A deep guttural growl vibrates in my chest, and I launch myself at him.
The two of us roll around on the ground, getting hits on one another. Every blow fucking hurts, but I don’t stop. Even when my hands go numb. I keep going.
That is, until my coach grabs me by the back of the shirt and pulls me off Brogan.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Cade?!” he roars, yanking me to my feet. I stumble, breathing like a madman as I shootdaggers at the pussy on the ground. I spit a wad of blood in his direction.
“Fucker and his team started it.” I spit.
“He’s fucking crazy!” Brogan stumbles to his feet.
“Both of you get the fuck out of here!” Coach roars. “Before the cops are called. Dean’s office tomorrow. You both are in big fucking trouble.”
Brogan wipes at his nose, keeping his pissed off glare on me before walking away.
“This isn’t over fucker!" I call out.
“Oh, it is.” Coach growls, letting go. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in Austin?” Coach shakes his head. “Save it for the fucking field.”
“He’s not on the rugby team.” I point out.
“Not that! The aggression. Where was all that energy in tonight's game?”
Really? He wants to point out how bad I played tonight.
I don’t say anything, just glare at him.
He sighs heavily. “You boys are like sons to me. I don’t want you all to get in trouble, but this is out of my hands. The best I can do is send you home before the cops are involved, but I do have to report this to the Dean. Be at his office tomorrow by nine.” He shakes his head. “And go home, Austin. Do not hunt that boy down and do more damage because I can’t save you from jail time if you're off school grounds.”
