Enemy Confessions

Chapter Twenty Four

"I'll be right back. I have to pee." I stat and without another glance, I headed straight for the locker room. I burst through the door without hesitation and quickly found (yet again) a shirtless, glistening Cale.

He turned instantly, slightly startled by the sound of the door and surprised to find me comin through the door and not an enraged Brett. We stared at each other for a few seconds, neither knowing what to say. After what felt like hours, I regained focus and remembered why I was there as the door swung shut behind me.

"What the Fuck!" I raged. "I didn't ask you to try and kill the guy!"

"You didn't ask me not to kill him, should have been more specific." He replied coolly with a raised eyebrow knowing it would get me heated.

"Are you kidding! you likely left him with a broken nose and now he is..."

"Don't you dare blame this on me." He roared as he cut me off mid-sentence "You're the one that asked for this!"

"I asked for a slight humiliation, not a full on brawl and broken nose!"

Our voices continued to escalate, and as he was about to retort, the door swung open again, causing us both to stop.

We both turned to find a very unhappy Brett. The dripping blood from his nose cleared, in its place was a large gash that was going to be there for a while. On the Brightside, at least his nose wasn't broken. 

"Why am I not surprised your involved, I should have know when I - " Brett laughed darkly and slightly out of breath.

"When you what?" I snapped. "When you humiliated me! You thought that I would let you walk away. That I wouldn't come back. Sure, we didn't go out for long but you should know me better than that."

Brett scoffed. "I just thought you would have the balls to do it yourself and not have your new boyfriend do your dirty work." 

I glared at him. "And I can say from experience that neither do you, or if you did I couldn't find them" I heard Cale snicker from behind me. "And he's not my boyfriend. He is barely even a friend." I decided to add.

"Just do what you always do, manipulate a guy to do what you want without any regards to what will happen." Brett was advancing towards me with every word to the point where I was backed up into Cale. His abs held me firm, I could feel his chest going up and down with his heavy breathing.

"What, to much of a bitch to do it yourself." He adds. Before I even had any time to think, I lunged forward and punched him hard in the face. The benefit of growing up with two older siblings was I had a decent swing. 

"Fuck you!" I yelled at him and Brett stumbled back from the shock. This is definitely not how I planned this to go.

I saw Brett advance towards me, and I held my ground with a smirk. That punch felt good. Before I even had a chance to know what he would do, Cale moved from behind me to in between Brett and me. They were staring at each other, rage on both ends. I thought the roof was going to blow off with all the testosterone in the room.

"Listen." Cale started. "You just suck at the game, that's why you ended up in this state."

Brett scoffed. "I'm not the one that just got suspended for at least three games. Hope she was worth it." Brett stared down at me from behind Cale with a mincing glare. Cale continued to stare straight at Brett, not moving a muscle. "You should go." He said simply..

Brett gave a small laugh, "With pleasure. By the way, she might be feisty, but she isn't worth the fuck." I noticed a water bottle left on the bench beside me. In a split second, I unscrewed the lid and threw the bottle at his head. The bottle missed his head and hit the wall, but enough water hit him that I still felt satisfied.