Rounding Third - Michelle Lynn Page 0,85
easy way.”
Jen walks out to the doorway.
I look down to Ella. “Get her inside.”
Ella turns, but she’s unable to get Jen behind the door before another girl circles around me and grabs ahold of Jen’s hair.
“Shit,” I say, separating the two of them.
The other girls start toward Ella.
“These bitches take our men.”
“I was never any of yours,” I remark.
The one girl lets go of Ella and grabs my crotch. “You’d be begging for me if you’d let me blow you.”
This chick has to be joking.
Bile actually rises in my throat.
Ella’s eyes flare with anger. “Don’t you touch him!” She jumps on the girl’s back.
I’ve officially lost all control.
“El, don’t.” I attempt to pull her back.
Meanwhile, Jen’s fighting off two girls.
“What the hell?” Brax stops at the top of the stairs, his pants unbuttoned, his shirt half open.
The girl behind him looks like she’s wrestled a slew of bushes with her hair all teased, lipstick smeared on her lips, and her skirt hiked up high. I’m surprised I can’t see her vagina.
“Help!” I widen my eyes.
Brax works on Jen and the two girls as I do Ella.
“Ella, get off of her,” I plead.
But she’s got her one arm around the girl’s throat, and she’s pulling her hair with her other hand.
Shit, my girl can fight.
“She touched you.”
“And I almost threw up in my mouth,” I say.
Ella’s movements stop. She looks at me, jumping into my arms.
“They aren’t worth it,” I tell her.
She calms instantly. “You’re right.”
The girl comes after Ella, and I quickly spin us around, dodging her punch with my shoulder, probably hurting her more than me.
Soon, Brax separates the other girls, and Jen’s lip is split, and her hair is knotted. I give her credit. The other two look about the same.
Saucey finally comes upstairs with a blonde’s hand in his. He looks from Jen to the other girls, and his face falls.
“This is why I was trying to get your attention,” I say to Saucey.
We all stand there quiet, including Brax.
“Get your trash out, Saucey,” Brax says. He grabs Jen’s hand and moves them into his room, leaving the blonde in the hallway.
I grab Ella’s hand, and we move into my room before shutting the door and locking it.
“Oh my God.” Ella’s practically jumping up and down, like she’s Muhammad Ali before a fight. “I’ve never been in a fight before. Well, except for that one time when Tim Jennings made fun of my hair, and I knee’d him in the nuts.”
“Can I say again, that was wrong on many levels, baby?” I cringe every time she tells that story.
“But, oh, the exhilaration. Is this how you feel when you fight?”
“I try not to fight.”
“But when you do? Like that time when you and Noah fought those guys at the Dairy Mart because they touched Kedsey’s ass.”
Shit, I forgot about that. Man, we were hotheads, constantly starting fights for no reason.
“No, I worried about getting in trouble with Coach.”
Coach Weathers never put up with any of that shit. That fight at the Dairy Mart earned us spots on the bench for two games.
“Seriously, I can’t calm down. Look at my hands.” She holds out her shaking hands. “When I saw her touch your dick, I lost it. I mean, the only thing I saw was her hair, and I grabbed.”
“I saw.”
“Then, I jumped on her back,” she continues to rehash the fight.
“I saw.” I lie back on my bed, stretching my legs out in front of me.
She clenches and unclenches her hands. “They had it coming though, right? I mean, for what they did to Jen.”
Then, she freezes and looks at me, panicked. “Where is she?”
I point to the bathroom door that leads to Brax’s room. “In there.”
“No, no, no. She can’t get caught up with someone else.”
Her feet steadily move to the door, and I follow her to stop her from interrupting them. I’ve known Brax a long time, and although he’s mean to Jen, there’s something there, too. The fact that he’s allowed Saucey to fuck her under the same roof has seemed different than his usual MO. Back in high school, he’d never have let that happen. I mean, he was never one to settle down, but he wasn’t one not to go after what he wanted.
Ella busts the door open and stops. I stumble into her back.
On the bed, Jen is lying in Brax’s arms, sobs racking her back. His eyes find us in the doorway, and he says nothing, no smart-ass comment, only