A Player, A Bet and The Badass Nerd

Revelations

Ian's P.O.V

"Luka may be a lot if things but I don't regret our relationship half of how badly I regret ever being friends with the likes of you!" Bree replied.

The look on Summer's face when she heard those words was priceless. She looked as though the sentence had physically hurt her and I couldn't phantom why. She treated Bree like shit without the least bit of remorse so why the hell did she looked like her world just ended. Girls and their emotions were so f*cked up that way. Why were they so hard to understand?

Like she was trying to prove my point that all women were insane, Summer eyes turned dark as she rushed at Bree who was out of my hands and had Summer pinned face first unto the gravel in a matter of seconds. She had her knee in Summer's back as she locked Summer's left hand behind her back and used her free hand to pin her head to the floor. No doubt if she applied the least amount of pressure she'd have Summer writhing in pain.

"I don't want to hurt you Summer," she admitted calmly. "But you have to know that the old Bree is back and I won't be putting up with your tantrums anymore."

I had to laugh at that, she was talking to Summer as if she was scolding a naughty child. Who was Bree Anderson really and how was she so confusing. I just couldn't figure her out. One moment she was kicking ass like a pro and the next she was sobbing uncontrollably like a child. She was the exception to every rule, a anomaly if I'd ever seen one.

She slowly released Summer and straightened up stepping back to give Summer time to collect herself. As Summer slowly rose from the floor small pieces of gravel fell away from her face leaving imprints on the left side of her face. She wiped one hand roughly down the side of her face to dispersed the remaining residue and she glared at Bree who returned her gazed. It was almost chilling seeing the anger emanating off of the two of them, almost. Without another word, Summer spat on Bree, the loogie landing on Bree's shirt.

I'd known girls to fight nasty but that display was enough to turned my mind from Summer completely. I don't even think I'd ever call her up for sex again even if I wasn't in this little fake relationship with Bree. Spitting on someone was really low and unattractive but before I could open my mouth to call her on it, Bree slapped Summer so hard that she stumbled and fell to the ground. The sound of it seemed to echo in the silence as everyone watched in anticipation of what would be said next.

"Ya know Summer, you've become a real b*tch," she said coldly. "But that's to be expected. When you lie down with b*tches," she announced more loudly turning her gaze to a Carrie, "You're bound to get flees."

Carrie's face turned up into her usually 'I'm out for blood' sneer and she charged at Bree. I stepped between grabbing Carrie by the shoulder.

"Enough Carrie, take your little friend," I said pointing at Summer, " -and go."

"So you're not only her boyfriend but her bodyguard also," she demanded irritably.

"I don't need a bodyguard barbie doll. I'm ready to throw down whenever you are," Bree said coolly.

"No one's throwing down on my watch," I announced chucking Carrie off and pushing Bree in the direction of my car. Honestly, I love a good girl fight but something told me that if I'd let them go at it somehow it would end up being my fault and I really didn't need any issues with the season starting Monday. So I dragged Bree over to my car and unlocked it. "Get in," I ordered.

She did as I asked and I hopped in too turning on the A/C. She punched the dash board before folding her hands and glaring out the window. Her eyes were blue fire and no doubt she was burning for some type of destruction. Maybe bringing her to my car wasn't such a good idea because if the b*tch went off her rockers and tried to destroy my car I'd have to break her hands. My cars came second to nothing in my life and I'd beat anyone who damaged it even if it was the fascinating Bree Anderson.