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A hard shove sent Josh stumbling a few steps backwards. He looked to see Bryan in his face, with an expression  that resembled pregnant thunderclouds.

"What the actual fuck, man?!" Bryan yelled, stormy grey eyes blazing.

Josh raised his eyebrows, eyes darting to check for the girl he saw just seconds ago. Not just some girl. Black hair. Pretty face. Big boobs.

Pretty blue eyes.

Eyes so pretty he froze.

He looked over the crowd. She was gone.

"I'm fucking talking to you, bruh!"

Josh looked back at Bryan with an expression that could fool anyone into thinking he was disinterested in Bryan's ravings and Ruth's sobs somewhere behind him.

But his eyes gleamed with anger. Bryan was making a fucking mistake right now.

"This is the last fucking warning, Hyde." Bryan met Josh's brutal glare head on." Touch her again and I'll make you regret it."

The crowd stared on with wide eyes and wider mouths. Basically no one understood what was going down before their eyes.

Bryan Black and Josh Hyde were best buddies and partners in sin. Josh Hyde was undoubtedly more powerful, influential and rich, but Bryan was definitely more roughened up and tougher, made up what he lacked in influence with his fists.

Fists no one wanted to get acquainted with.

And now, Bryan was spoiling for a fight with Josh over Ruth??

The students had their attention squarely on the two tall, muscled guys, waiting for Josh's reaction to Bryan's threat with bated breath.

No one threatened Josh Hyde. Ever. Just the name Hyde was threat enough.

But now, his reaction was unexpected.

Josh threw his head back and roared in laughter, shoulders shaking. Bryan's fists clenched harder.

He gave Bryan his best eat-my-shit grin, moving his arms relaxedly to the sides. That was what it looked like at first glance, until one noticed the flex of his tensed biceps and forearm muscles.

"So it's actually about you, Black?" Josh wet his bottom lip." I'd love to see you try after I fuck that pussy dry. "

Bryan growled, taking a step forward.
"You-"

It was too late before Bryan saw Josh's fist flying towards his face. The fist landed on Bryan's nose with a sickening crack.

Oohs and owws rented the air.

Bryan's face whipped sideways from the impact, gum flying out of his mouth and a few dark curls strayed from his man bun.

"Don't test me, Black." Came Josh's eerily calm voice.

Bryan recovered fairly quickly from the blow and charged at Josh with an enraged yell, ignoring the small line of blood under his nostril.

Before he could do anything, other members of the basketball team held Bryan back.

"Whoa..."

"Keep ya shit together bro"

Bryan tried to break away from their hold but they held him away from Josh, pitting their combined weight against him.

His chest heaved, eyes of implacable steel glaring at Josh in a way that could send hardened gangs scurrying to safety.

Josh winked right back, obviously enjoying himself.