Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,114

but notice how much smaller he is than even the leader of these thugs. Not good. I'm willing to step in and fight, too, but it's gonna be a tough one.

“Did you hear my question, you trailer park fag—”

Callum's up in an instant and tossing his steaming hot coffee into the guy's face. The scream QB lets out is legendary, stumbling back into his buddies and scratching at his face with his nails. In an equally smooth follow-up, Cal steps forward and throws a perfect right-hook into the guy's face.

The crowd in the café erupts into booing, tossing insults our way and encouraging their own guys to kick some ass. Hael appears from behind the other two football douchebags, on par with their weight class, and sucker punches first one and then the other, knocking them forward and stirring up the chaos. He opens the door to the café and gestures for us to join him.

Snatching both my coffee and Hael's, I get the hell out of there before the rest of the team shows up and we end up outnumbered in enemy territory.

Cal climbs into the backseat of the Camaro while I take the front seat, and Hael slides in, gritting his teeth, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he starts the engine and peels away from the curb.

“You okay?” I ask, because he seems nonplussed while Callum is calm as a cucumber.

“Fine,” Hael grinds out as I set his coffee in the cup holder and give him a look.

“I thought Havoc was all about transparency? Family first, right?”

“Brittany just told me she's pregnant, okay?” he snaps, and my eyes go wide. Wow. No wonder Hael is soaked in sweat. At the same time, I feel my stomach churn with that same anxious energy I felt in the café. And it's not because Callum just assaulted a kid with scalding coffee. No, this is about Hael and Brittany.

“Damn it, dude,” Cal growls out from the backseat.

“It's not my kid,” Hael murmurs, but like he's trying to convince himself as much as he is me.

“You're not the first guy to pull that shit when he realizes he's made a mistake,” I say, and Hael punches the steering wheel with his tattooed fist.

“No. I used a condom every time. Whoever's baby that is, it isn't mine.”

“Condoms aren't foolproof,” I respond, and that anxious feeling in my stomach gets even worse. Vic and I did not use condoms appropriately last night, and I'm not on any birth control. Shit. The last thing I need is a baby in my life. The responsibility, and the weight, that would end me. At least Hael bought me extra morning-after pills, huh? Although I’m smart enough to know they don’t always work. “It could still be yours.”

“It's not,” Hael snaps, and that's the end of the conversation.

We head over to Kara's friend’s house to pick up the girls. Cal lets Ashley sit on his lap and buckles them in together while Kara gets the middle seat, and Heather sits on the other side. They're all so excited about the party that they talk nonstop on our way back to Aaron's.

As happy as I am that Heather had a good day, I can't get Hael's words out of my mind. Brittany just told me she's pregnant, okay? I don't like that. I don't like it at all.

When we get back to the house, the girls rush in and head straight upstairs to fight over the game system in Kara's room while Hael paces the front lawn, raking his fingers through his hair and smoking like a chimney.

“What the fuck is wrong now?” Vic asks, coming out to stand on the front porch, his arms crossed over his chest, dark eyes tracking his best friend's movements.

“Brittany's pregnant,” I offer up when Hael stays silent, and Vic's brows go up.

“Interesting.”

“Interesting?!” Hael shouts, chucking his half-smoked cigarette and starting another. He's gesturing like a crazy person, and one of the neighbors is already staring our direction. “How is this fucking interesting? This is a nightmare.” He throws both his pack of cigarettes and his freshy lit one into the grass and puts his tattooed hands over his face. “I fucking hate Brittany. I hate her. And her father is a nightmare from hell. He'll crucify me. He'll ruin everything.”

“Don't be so dramatic,” Vic says, tilting his head to one side.

“Dramatic?” Hael drops his hands and gives Vic this look that's half pleading, half terror. “The chief's got that