The Hardest Thing

What?

Anthony took me by the hand as we walked out the hotel doors and across the lot. We walked towards the buses and to the cars. "There's something I wanna do first, before we go any further." "Okay." Anthony moved close to me so my back was against the side of the bus. " He leaned in kissing me,hands roaming through my hair. I kissed him back before I heard someone. 

"What the hell?" Anthony pulled away to see Eric standing there. He was about to get on the bus. "Hey Eric." Anthony smiled. "Eric what are you doing here?" "Anthony called me and said he wanted to talk, if I'd known it was for this, I wouldn't have come." "Wait....You told him to come here so he'd see you with me? To hurt him?"

 I backed away from Anthony. "It's not like that Jess...what about Cynthia, huh? This was payback." He looked at Eric, " You knew how much you hurt her, how you were hurting her and you didn't stop. You didn't care because you only cared about yourself." 

Eric just stood there, arms crossed, "You don't know anything. I broke it off with Cynthia. She never meant anything. I loved Jess. More than anything. You stole her away." "You left her because you had Cynthia...." 

Anthony turned towards me, "I'm in love with you Jess. I have been ever since I met you." "What? You liked my girl while I was with her?" "She never belonged with you! She's always belonged with me."

 Now they were shouting. "You better back up man." Anthony moved to get in Eric's face. "You back up." Eric shoved Anthony and he fell back a little. Anthony threw the first punch. Punches were going left and right, shoving each other into the bus. I couldn't watch. I went to find Bert who went to break them up before I went to my hotel room.