Were they fucking kidding me? What was with all these assholes? The night had been going well. Now there were what, a dozen jocks here to deliver a beat down? Hope they weren’t planning on winning. I’d dropped the bottles of water I’d been carrying the minute Jake launched forward. He’d gone after the guy who’d had a hold of Frankie, and Coop cut toward Bubba, even as he told me to get her.
