Authors: Simone Elkeles
Wild Cards (13 page)
“Want to try one?” he asks me as he swipes the back of his hand across his mouth.
“No.”
He slips the girl a twenty, an overly generous tip. She gives him a big thanks with a practiced wink and a smile. He eyes her butt as she heads off to serve other customers.
“What’s wrong with you, Landon?” He’s showing off. This isn’t the Landon I know, the Landon I fell for and have been dating for months.
“Nothing. Loosen up for once, Ash. See, even Derek knows how to have a good time.” He points below, where lights are flashing and the dance floor is packed.
I scan the crowd and see Derek dancing with Bree. She’s got her back to him, grinding against him. Monika and Trey are dancing next to them. They’re all smiling and laughing. I can’t help but feel left out and annoyed. I don’t own Derek and stake no claim to him, but for some stupid reason it’s hard to watch him with someone else. To top off my annoyance, Derek is a great dancer and isn’t afraid to tear it up on the dance floor. I would’ve thought if he knew any kind of dancing it’d be line dancing
to country music. I never expected him to be impressive in a club with house music.
Since when do my best friend and her boyfriend double-date with Derek and Bree? I just wish they hadn’t gone to the same place as us tonight. Seeing Derek here stirs something in me that I don’t want to feel.
Bree turns and wraps her arms around Derek’s neck. His hands are now on her waist as they move together to the music. I just want to leave so I don’t have to watch them. When the song ends, he glances up. I look away so he doesn’t catch me staring and somehow realize that I can get lost in those eyes of his that give a glimpse into his soul.
Landon moves closer and licks my neck. “You smell good, Ash,” he whispers in my ear before sucking on my lobe and resting his hand on my inner thigh. “And you look sexy as hell.” Normally I don’t mind when Landon tries to turn me on, but I’m used to it being in private. This seems like a big show and completely unemotional.
“I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I grab my purse and head for the nearest restroom. I lock myself in one of the stalls and lean my head against the door as I try to force my confused emotions into order.
Seeing Derek with Bree ripped open a wound I never knew existed. I bang the back of my head against the stall door in frustration. This can’t be happening. Not now, when everything was starting to fall back into place. I’m captain of the football team. My sister and nephew are back home, at least for the moment.
Derek is ruining everything, because the reality of it all hits me like an oncoming lineman in a blitz. Not only did Derek invade my house and my friends and my life . . . he’s wormed his way into my heart.
I have a crush on Derek that’s not about to go away anytime soon. And I have to break up with Landon.
My life is a complete mess.
I walk back to Landon and am shocked to see him talking to Matthew Bonk as if they’re old buddies. It’s like I’m in another dimension. Bonk and Landon hate each other. They’re rivals on and off the field, so why are they smiling and giving each other high fives? Wouldn’t Bonk be furious that Landon was behind posting those humiliating pictures online?
“Catch you later, man.” Bonk gives Landon a pat on the back like they’re teammates. The guy gives me a private, evil laugh as he passes me, reminding me of a predator about to strike.
“Why were you talking to Bonk?” I ask Landon. I have an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Landon and Bonk are from rival teams. Fairfield plays dirty on and off the field. Landon knows this. He also knows that Bonk instigates things. I don’t trust him at all. Nobody on my team does.
“Sit down, Ashtyn,” Landon orders.
I shake my head and step back when he reaches for my wrist. “Not until you explain why you and Bonk are suddenly acting like besties.”
He reaches out again and catches my elbow this time, wrapping his fingers around my arm and forcing me to sit next to him. “Don’t cause a scene.”
I try to wrest free, but his grip is like a vise. He’s never been like this. It’s scaring me. I wince when his fingers dig into my skin.
“I’m dropping out of Fremont and transferring to Fairfield. Since I live on the borderline between the two districts, I had my pick of schools. So when they offered me their captain position, I took it,” he admits.
The pain in my arm is nothing compared to the betrayal crashing down on me. “You’re quitting?” Suddenly it all sinks in. “You missed practice because you were being recruited by Fairfield, not because your parents had you busy with family stuff.” I narrow my eyes. “You lied!”
“I didn’t lie. I took what was offered.” He acts like it’s no big deal to change teams. “If Fremont wants you as their captain, that’s cool.”
I’m trying to breathe normally even though I’m getting dizzy from shock. “If you leave, all we have is Brandon Butter. There’s no way we’ll make it to State.”
“Listen, I gotta do what’s good for me, not what’s going to please everyone.”
“Why take me out tonight? Why make me think everything is cool between us when all along you were going to ditch me and your teammates? You told me you loved me. Was that a lie, too?”
He shrugs.
I try to focus on Bree so I don’t look at the balcony where Landon is all over Ashtyn. This inner battle to leave her alone is being lost, because I’d like nothing better than to switch places with the guy.
The night was going just fine until Ashtyn showed up with her boyfriend.
Bree rubs against me again as if I’m her personal stripper pole. She’s a good dancer. When Bree asked me to come out with her and Monika and Trey, I thought it would be a relief to have one night without Ashtyn acting like I’m ruining her life.
Hell, in reality it’s the other way around. I glance up at the balcony, unable to stop myself. I expect to see Ashtyn snuggled up all cozy with Landon on that red couch.
But Ashtyn doesn’t look happy to be sitting next to her boyfriend. Landon’s got his fingers tightly wrapped around Ashtyn’s
arm. It looks like she’s trying to pull away, but he’s got a solid hold and won’t release her. She looks alarmed and upset and . . . she winces in pain.
Fuck!
With rage firing an adrenaline rush, I shove through the crowd and rush to the stairs. There’s no way I’m about to let him hurt her on my watch. I don’t give a shit if she wants me to stay out of her business.
I eye the big bouncer blocking the roped-off VIP section leading to the second story. “Two chicks are fightin’ over there.” I point to the center of the room. “You better get there quick, ’cause I think one of ’em is gettin’ her dress ripped off her.”
The bouncer abandons his post. I jump the VIP rope. As I take the stairs two at a time, I see Ashtyn rake her nails clear down her boyfriend’s cheek.
Landon drops her arm as he touches his face and realizes she’s cut him. She stands proud and tall, eyeing him in disgust. His gaze darts left and right, taking notice of everyone staring. He’s pissed now and has his hand raised as if he’s about to hit her.
I rush toward Ashtyn and plant myself between her and Landon before he has a chance to touch her. “Lay a hand on her and I’ll kick the everlovin’ shit out of you,” I say with a vengeance, my hands in fists at my sides ready to fight.
“You want a piece of me?” Landon challenges, shoving me. He looks me up and down as if I’m insignificant.
I shove back. “Man, I’ve wanted a piece of you since I first met you,” I say. This is the point of no return. McKnight isn’t about to
back down, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting him get away with hurting Ashtyn.
“Get your hands off me!” Ashtyn screams from behind me. Her frantic voice jerks my attention to her.
Panic jolts through me as I see her being held by one of Bonk’s friends. She’s trying to claw and kick her way out of his grip, but the dude is twice her size.
When my head is turned, McKnight lands a solid right hook to my jaw. Shit, that hurt. I lost focus and made myself vulnerable. If there’s one thing I learned fighting in Regents’ boxing club, it’s never take your eyes off your opponent.
Time to get back in the game.
I punch Landon and make sure he’s on the floor before I glance back at Ashtyn. Bonk is barreling toward me with fury written all over his face and five guys backing him. I lunge for the guy holding Ashtyn, but Bonk and his posse cut me off.
“That’s the guy who took the picture,” Bonk announces to his friends. He aims a punch at me, but I’m too fast and dodge his fist.
I land a solid one to his side, but his friends pull me away. They restrain me while I struggle and Bonk pummels me. I fight to get loose, but there’s like six guys holding me. I can’t get free. Bonk is having a field day. I taste my own blood from my busted lip, and even though I get a good kick in and Bonk flies backward, it doesn’t matter because another one of his friends is right there to pick up where he left off.
I know how to dodge punches, but not with four guys holding me back. I’m breathing hard and starting to get dizzy. Then Trey
and a bunch of guys on the Fremont football team join the fight. They rip the guys off me and start pummeling their rivals. The entire balcony is in chaos, with fists flying and security trying to break it up.
I scan the crowd desperately for Ashtyn. She’s managed to break free of the guy who’d been holding her, so I get between her and the fighting and lead her to an alcove. “Stay here,” I tell her, then turn to help Trey and the guys.
I should know better than to trust that Ashtyn will listen to me, because I see her clutch at Bonk’s arm as he’s about to fight Victor. I grab Bonk and pull him back, hoping that Ashtyn will be scared enough to go back to the alcove.
“Are you ever gonna listen to me?” I ask her.
She shakes her head and says simply, “No.”
I’m devastated. And shocked. And mad and hurt. But I’m not some diva who needs to be rescued by Derek. I’m about to jump onto the back of a Fairfield player when someone comes up behind me and throws me to the ground.
Before I can get up, Derek is there to pull me to my feet. His mouth is a bloody mess and his face is bruised. “Shit, Ashtyn. Why didn’t you hide off to the side where you’d be safe?”
By now huge bouncers are flocking up the stairs.
“Leave me alone.” I shove him away.
“Like hell I will. I’m gettin’ you out of here.” He slings me over his shoulder and muscles through the crowd.
“Let me go, you jerk,” I say, attempting to squirm out of his grasp. “I don’t need your help.”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he takes me outside and puts me down in front of his car. “Get in the car. Now.” I open my mouth to protest, but he puts a hand up. “Don’t argue with me.”
I sit in the car stewing about everything that happened, while Derek goes to talk to the guys just now coming out of the club. Vic looks all too happy that he arrived just in time for the brawl. Bree’s fingers gently trail down Derek’s bruised face as her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrow with compassion.
“Bree, you’re laying it on thick,” I mumble to myself.
Trey and Monika leave in Trey’s car while Derek opens the backseat for his date.
“Thanks.” Bree slides in the car. “Oh, my God, Ashtyn! Can you believe what just happened? Those guys from Fairfield are just awful. I feel
so
sorry for Derek. I mean, did you see how many of those Fairfield guys it took to hold him down?”
“I wasn’t counting.”
“It was four, or maybe five!”
Derek is in the car now. He’s holding his side and moving slowly.
“You okay to drive?” I ask.
“I’m fine.”
“You sure? Because your face looks like a piece of raw meat.”
“Uh-huh.” He pulls out of the parking lot as if the fight never happened and he doesn’t have bloodstains on his clothes or a busted-up lip. I watch as Bree reaches through the headrest and caresses Derek’s shoulders, occasionally slipping her fingers under his collar in a not-so-subtle flirty way. When he glances at me, I pretend to look at something super interesting out the window.
It isn’t long before he pulls into Bree’s driveway and he’s walking her to her front door.
“Don’t kiss her,” I mumble. “Your mouth is bleeding, and it’s
unsanitary and gross.” And I don’t want you to like her. Please don’t kiss her. And don’t have any physical contact with her, either. Just walk away. Walk. Away. Like now would be a great time.
I want to avert my eyes from the two silhouettes, but I can’t. Bree is an experienced flirter and isn’t subtle. She’s a girl who’s used to getting whatever guy she wants. She has the perfect body, perfect face, perfect hair. She’s feminine, is a cheerleader, and laughs a lot. Bree wraps her arms around Derek’s neck and he pulls her in for a short hug. Then he must’ve said something funny, because she laughs and puts her hand on his chest. Does she have to touch him every two seconds?
I’m tempted to honk the horn, but it’s late and I’m not sure Bree’s neighbors will be happy if I wake them up. Finally Bree walks in her house and Derek comes back to the car.
“Took you long enough,” I say in a huff as he slowly slides in the driver’s seat, wincing in pain.
“You’re kiddin’ me, right?”
I don’t answer, because my feelings are as raw as his face. I’m aware I’m acting immature and irrational. Truth is, I don’t want him to be with Bree. I’m jealous and vulnerable and dealing with Landon’s betrayal and the knowledge that I’ve got feelings for Derek and he’s probably got the hots for Bree.
“Bree’s really pretty,” I mumble.
“Yep.”
“Do you like her?”
“She’s cool.”
He doesn’t get it.
When he pulls into our driveway, I want to tell him what I’m feeling. The problem is I have no clue what to say—my mind is a jumble of emotions that don’t make sense. He’d probably laugh at me and run in the opposite direction if I told him I didn’t want him going out with Bree.
I open my mouth to express something more than animosity toward him, but all that comes out is, “I could’ve handled Landon myself.”
