With a smirk, Smith shrugged and bounced back. “I just wanted to remind her what she’s missing.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Nash belted, squaring his shoulders. Ellie Slater was Nash’s ex-girlfriend.
“What’s happening, boys?” another voice interrupted, as two more guys from St Andrew’s joined the group.
We were standing in an empty parking space between two cars, and it suddenly felt overcrowded. We were also outnumbered if it did kick off.
Over the hood of an old Chevy, I could see Reed and waved him over.
“Well?” number nine, from their team, repeated. His jersey identified him as Alex Jenkins, who played centre for St Andrew’s.
“Straker’s still pissed that his girl went down on me last season whilst they were still together.” Oh dear, not good.
Nash’s entire face turned red. “What the fuck did you say to me?” he spat, grabbing Smith by his jersey, bringing their foreheads together.
“Where’s Micah?” I rasped as Reed came to my side.
He shrugged. “Fuck knows, I thought he was with you.”
I didn’t hear what was said next, but fists went flying. I couldn’t even tell who threw the first punch. But that hell I mentioned broke loose.
It was pushand pull and gnarly. Someone jumped on my back at one point, and Nix dragged him off before laying him out.
I almost hit Reed, but he ducked, and my fist shattered the driver's window of the car parked by my side.
“That’s my dad’s car!” A smaller dude who was trying to get past the drama cried.
“My bad,” I said with a lopsided smile before getting smacked in the face by Dexter.
The fight itself was pathetic in the scheme of things. Most of the time was spent rolling around on the floor, but it drew a crowd; some people sounded their car horns, and others cheered. And then in the distance, the sirens started, and everyone panicked.
If there was one way to break up a fight, it was the sound of the cops coming.
Car engines revved, as vehicles started to leave the lot whilst attempting not to mow people down. Everyone scattered.
Glancing around the area, I watched as Reed helped Smith to his feet. Josh and Nash both had bloodied noses and were standing with Dexter, discussing fighting techniques, like the best of friends, and Phoenix didn’t have a mark on him. He was leaning against a truck with a beer in his hands.
“Jump in at any point, Nix,” Reed barked with a glance at Smith. He then started to massage his jaw. “Fuck you got me good.”
Smith nodded his thanks, cradling one hand in the other. “I think I bent my finger back on your larynx,” he wheezed.
As I straightened, trying to get my breath back, I nodded at Phoenix. “Were you standing there the whole time?” I said to my biggest brother.
“Yep. I didn’t think it would have been fair to get involved. You guys fight like bitches.”
We all exchanged a look that fell between laughing out loud and disbelief.
The lot was almost clear of partygoers, and the sirens were getting louder.
“Honestly, we didn’t steal anything,” Adam Summers suddenly interjected. We all nodded, accepting him at his word.
“So, are we good?” Dexter added, holding out his hand.
“Yeah, man,” I took his palm in mine and shook it.
As we were about to head back to get our shit from the beach, there was a commotion in the top corner of the lot.
“What’s that?” Nix said from my side.
