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“The very one.”
Bryce made it to us, panting and grinning his stupid, sleazy grin. “How you been, man?”
“Good.”
“How’s Emily taking our breakup?” He pouted, and I wanted to smack him.
“She’s good.”
“Tell me the truth,” he drawled.
Mac glanced from Bryce to me, and I shook my head so he’d know to stay out of it. I could handle Bryce on my own and the last thing Mac needed was some public incident when we were already trying to figure out our relationship.
“I am telling the truth.”
“Come on,” he leered. “I know she’s heartbroken.”
I snorted and felt Mac stiffen next to me. “You think she misses you?”
“Of course she does.” He leaned in so close I could smell cheap alcohol and smoke. “I’m the best lay she’s ever had.”
I leaned in closer and laughed. I was still hopped up on adrenaline from standing up to Mac’s parents and my confession to Mac. It was the only excuse I had for what I said next.
“That’s hilarious you think you could satisfy her with that puny dick and those lame moves.” I air humped with jerky, unsure movements and laughed, wishing Em could see me.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I said, right as a blinding pain flashed across my face.
“Did you punch me?” I turned to Mac. “Did this asshole punch me?”
But Mac didn’t answer. He was on Bryce, tackling him like he was on the ice, and there was no ref to stop them.
I watched, too dumbfounded to speak, as Mac gave Bryce a bloody lip in slow motion.
And then everything sped up and Bryce was straining to get a hold of the fight. He was too weak to overpower Mac’s honed muscles and looked more and more ridiculous as he struggled.
I glanced at the people around us and my stomach sank. “Mac—you should stop. He’s not worth it.”
Mac grasped my sweater, holding onto me like it was the only thing keeping him restrained. “If you ever talk to me or Bardot or Emily again, you’ll regret it.”
“But you hit me—”
“Yep. And you hit him first.”
Bryce’s jaw slacked open, and blood dribbled down his chin. “Are you kidding me?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“We need to get out of here. Too many people have seen,” I hissed.
Mac looked around, finally aware of the small crowd that had stopped to gawk.
“Did anyone get that on video?” Mac asked.
A mullet-wielding teenage boy raised his hand.
I sucked in a breath, wondering if Mac would ask him to delete it. It would be the smart thing to do.
