I was lounging on the bench, mindlessly tossing a football in the air, when I caught sight of Patrick launching one of his effortless passes to Hadassah. The moment was all chill and quiet—until Patrick pulled her in for a hug. Just like that, the whole vibe shifted.
Brittany saw it, and you could almost hear the gears grinding in her brain. “Stay away from my man, bitch!” she screamed, storming across the field like a storm cloud ready to unleash hell. Her rage was electric, and I braced myself for impact.
Before I could even process what was happening, she was on Hadassah, fists flying. “What do you think this is? Some kind of game?” she spat, slamming her fists against him like he was a punching bag.
Hadassah barely had time to react before she was all over her, and I was just sitting there like a total idiot, held back by Travis and Pacheco. “Let them fight it out,” Pacheco muttered, but I could feel my blood boiling.
Then out of nowhere, Taylor Swift, yes, that Taylor Swift, decided to step into the chaos like she owned the place. “Brittany, stop!” she commanded, grabbing Brittany's arm with the kind of intensity that said she wasn’t messing around.
Brittany swung at Taylor, but she was quick, ducking under the punch and shoving Brittany back like she was swatting away a fly. “Not my child, you crazy bitch!” Taylor shouted, and honestly, it was wild to see.
The whole scene felt like a twisted reality show. Brittany and Taylor were going at it, hair flying everywhere, while Hadassah looked stunned but somehow ready to throw down. I was just watching, caught in a whirlwind of chaos and disbelief.
“Is this really happening?” I muttered, but no one was paying attention to me. Hadassah picked up her helmet like it was a shield from the gods and charged at Brittany. "Haddie I'm sorry" Brittney shivered “It’s Hadassah!” she yelled, and then—bam!—she headbutted her right in the forehead.
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Dude, did you just—?” I started, but Travis shot me a look that said I should just keep my mouth shut.
Carson, nearby, was losing it. “Alligator, Britney! Bitch!” he hollered, cracking up at the chaos unfolding before us.
The field was a battlefield, and I was just a spectator in this madness. Taylor landed a solid punch on Brittany, and it was clear this wasn’t just a fight; it was a war. Adrenaline rushed through me as I wondered how the hell we got here.
