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She pushed my chest with her arms then walked off the porch. As she stormed down the walkway toward the sidewalk, Trey appeared from the other direction. He walked across the yard to the porch.
“What’s going on here?”
“I’m fucking done with her,” I said, blood still boiling.
“I’ll take her off your hands if you want,” Trey said with a laugh.
I rushed forward, throwing my body against his without even thinking.
“Whoa!” Teddy yelled, rushing over from inside the house, clearly he and Brian were watching.
Trey wasn’t a wimp. He wrestled back, both of us holding back but still being aggressive as hell. Teddy ran over and managed to pull us apart.
“Fuck you, bro,” Trey snarled, trying to get around Teddy.
“Yeah, fuck you!” I yelled. “I’m sick of all this shit.”
“Damn,” Teddy said. “Is there a full moon or something tonight? Everyone is going bat-shit crazy.”
“Why the hell are we fighting about some chick?” Trey asked.
“You know, I’m not sure.”
I found myself falling for Brooke in a big way, but her believing everything Jocelyn said? I was fucking over it. All of it.
I offered Trey my hand. He shook it, gripping almost as tight as me.
“Bros before hoes,” he said.
“She’s not a hoe…”
“You know what the hell I mean, man.”
He pulled me closer and gave me a bear-hug. I felt Teddy patting my back.
“Is a woman worth all this?” Teddy asked.
“No,” I admitted. “But she’s no normal woman.”
“Obviously,” Trey said. “She’s playing games with you. We need to get in the zone for the next few games. Coach is pissed at us
for losing last week.”
“Yeah…”
Whether I enjoyed admitting it or not, he made sense. I pushed Trey away then turned and saw Brian standing on the porch looking lonely.
“Get over here, roomie. We’re doing a house-huddle then a night of drinking and brotherhood.”
“Fuck yeah!” Trey yelled, getting into it.
“Football forever,” I screamed into the night air, not caring if Brooke heard me.
She had probably made it back to her own apartment. Let her deal with that nutty roommate of hers. I put my arms around Teddy’s shoulder and headed to the porch.
Inside, we played some old school Beastie Boys at full volume – Fight for Your Right to Party. I didn’t want to drink any alcohol, but a group of guys could have fun without drinking.
I was sure of it.
