Unbreakable (Accidental Crush #3) (9 page)

“That’s eleven! And the first match goes to Todd and Ryan. Drink up, boys.” Blythe hands the cups to Bri and Mark.

I hear Gretch’s squeal before I see her as she runs up between me and Ry. “You won.” She drapes her arms around him, still wearing her crown, but it’s a bit lopsided now. She looks how I feel, and I know she’s pretty wasted. “I came to give you a good luck kiss,” she says as she attaches herself to him.

I shake my head, yet it makes me think of Ash. I scan the room, but I don’t see her.
Where are they?

“All right, all right! Gretchen, remove yourself from my boy please. We’ve got a game to win this time!” Brian shouts over their impromptu make-out session. “Let’s go! Serve the ball, Ryan.”

Brian is clearly on a mission. For this next game, Ry and I have to drink almost every time. I keep squeezing my eyes open and closed to try to focus. Things are getting a little fuzzy, and I know we need to win a few, or I’m going to be in trouble.

I glance over at Ry, and when our eyes lock, I know he’s feeling the same way. Luckily, we win the next few and catch up.

“Gretch, come back over here!” Brian shouts out to the party. “You were a good luck charm for me and MC.” He’s smiling, though I know he’s serious; he’d truly do anything to win. He’s so damn superstitious he taped a four-leaf clover to the inside of his football helmet.

“Yeah, yeah. Serve the ball!” I shout back sarcastically.

“Oh, worried?” Mark says back as he prepares to serve. “Match point.”

MC slams the ball over the net, and Ryan and I both lunge and miss.

“It was in!” Blythe shouts with a smile. I know who she’s routing for.

“Yes!” Brian throws his hands up in the air and then jumps into Mark’s arms. “We won!” He saunters over to Blythe. “That was for you, baby.” He runs his finger down her arm.

I clear my throat. “Um, I believe we are now tied, so calm down over there.” I shake my head with a smile.

“Hey, you two. We’d like to play, so put your Johnson away, Johnson,” Ryan shouts over.

I fist bump him, impressed he could still come up with something that clever since we’re both nowhere close to sober.

“Hamilton.”

I turn to see Casey’s cocky grin as he comes over. I already want to punch it off his face.

“What do you want?” I raise my chin to him.

“I was just curious,” he shouts over the crowd, gathering some attention. Then he slowly looks around the room. “Which girl are you going to hook up with tonight? There’s a cute blonde in the corner over there,” he shouts over the music, he is so calm and casual with a bleach-blonde girl hanging on him and running her finger down his chest in support of this confrontation.

“What did you say?” I feel the hate bubbling up. I don’t know where he’s going with this, but I want him gone.

“Oh, please, I know what happened with Ashley because of one picture. Figured this time you’d do it right out in the open.”

I see red. I thought that was an expression, but it just really happened. I don’t think; I just lunge, needing to wipe that cocky smirk off his face more than anything.

Ryan is fast, pulling me back before my fist can connect with Casey’s face. The girl who was hanging on him screams and jumps back. Guess she’s not that supportive.

Casey’s grin grows even wider as I try to break free, but Ryan has an incredibly firm hold on me.

“What’s your problem, Casey?” Ryan shouts past me as he holds me back.

“Him. First my sister, now yours. He hurts everyone. I’m just looking out for your sister, man.”

“I think she’s good,” Ryan says as he squeezes my wrist out of his own anger now.

“Let me go, Ry. Someone needs to finally shut him up,” I shout back at him.

“Should I let him go?” Ryan asks Brian while I struggle to break free.

Brian looks back and forth between Casey and me, and then his eyes finally settle on Ryan. “Nah, it’s not worth it.” Brian comes up to me and places his elbows on my shoulders. Then he leans forward so only I can hear him. “He’s not worth it, Todd. Trust me. It’s not worth it.” I hear his words, but I can’t comprehend them, or maybe I don’t want to.

“He is. It really is,” I say back to just him.

Brian shakes his head. I know I’m not getting through to him or Ryan, so I shout out to the gathering crowd, “Look at him. He’s all talk. You want to go there, Casey? It’s not like you’re Mr. Faithful.” I look at the blonde who has resumed her position attached to his chest. “I’ve seen what he’s done to girlfriends in the past, so I’d be careful.” I see Casey’s cool façade slip for a second, making it clear I’ve got him, so I go for the jugular. “And what happened with your sister had nothing to do with me. You know that, she knows that, and your parents know that. You needed someone to blame, so you blamed me. Ashley doesn’t want you. Deal with it.”

On that, he lunges for me, and I can only hope Ryan lets go. Instead, Brian grabs Casey, so now we are both being restrained.

I see only Casey, and I want to kill him. That would solve everything. I have felt this way twice in my life, and both were because of him.

I shake my head to try to think clearly, but I can’t. I still want to kill him. I need to permanently wipe that cocky smirk off his face, permanently shut him up.

“Shit, Todd, stop,” I hear Ryan shout, and I know I’m almost free to pummel Casey.

“I need a little help here,” I hear Ryan’s voice again through the blood rushing in my ears.

ASHLEY

I’m outside on Mark’s front lawn with Shane. It’s much cooler out front; the night air is cutting through us now that the house isn’t blocking the breeze. The lawn is littered with people, but it’s far less crowded than the backyard.

I know Shane, and he’s about to lose it, so I grab his hand and start to stroke his back with my other hand.

“What happened?” I say with a small shiver as my body adjusts to the new temperature.

His eyes stay on the grass and scattered dirt in front of us. He’s quiet for a while, just staring straight ahead, but then he finally speaks. “He wants to cool things off.”

I tread lightly, feeling anger building up already. “What does that mean?”

“He wants to take a break. No, he wants to stop everything.”

“Why?”

Shane pulls his hand away from me and starts pulling at the grass that his eyes are still locked on. “Something some stupid scout said.”

“What?” I quickly try to piece everything together, but that doesn’t make any sense.

“One of the scouts he met with started talking about the ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ mentality of the college sports system, and he said something like he didn’t want any fruits on his team. Then he looked at Johnny and said, ‘It’s not like I need to worry about that with you. I’m sure you are dripping with girls.’ Then he winked at him with a smile, but like a guy-to-guy smile, not an I-know-your-secret smile.”

“What did Johnny do?” I try to hide how appalled I am. Though I always knew with sports it was a double standard, hearing it makes me want to punch that scout in the face. A good player is a good player.

“He just smiled back, like the knowing one, like he was part of ‘the boys’ club’.”

“And then what?”

“The guy just patted him on the back and said something like, ‘Man, talent and looks, what I’d give to be young again.’ Then he told Johnny he’d be hearing from him. It was like Johnny signed up to live a lie.”

“Oh, Shane, I don’t think so. I mean, what’s he going to do, start dating girls? He wouldn’t do that.”

Shane merely shrugs, his eyes still locked on the grass in front of us as he picks at it, pulling it out piece by piece.

“He’s the one who wanted to come out,” I remind him.

“Well, not anymore. After tonight, he doesn’t think colleges will want to take on that hassle, and if it gets out, it will hurt his chances.”

“But that is insane. He can’t base that on the one guy he talked to tonight.”

“I know, but that doesn’t change how Johnny feels. He thinks they are all the same.”

I start to rub his back again. I have no idea what to say. “I’m sorry, Shaney.”

“Stop.” He pulls away from me. “Don’t say that. It just makes it even more real.” Shane kicks at the dirt in front of him and swipes his palms across his eyes.

“He’ll come around. It’s just fresh right now, what that guy said. You know he loves you.”

“Yeah, but he loves football more, and he needs a scholarship.”

“I don’t think that’s true, about loving football more.”

“You saw him with that girl.” His eyes finally meet mine, and I see the pain in them. I want to wipe it away, but I know I can’t. Then his gaze quickly shifts back to the pile of grass he picked that’s now in front of him.

“Ashley, you need to come with me.”

I look over to see Blythe. She’s out of breath and seems flustered, which is completely out of character for her. The look on her face instantly sends up my alarms. I didn’t notice the shouting inside, not until Blythe interrupted us.

“Ashley, now.” I hear the panic in her voice, and my stomach drops.

I glance at Shane, noticing he’s getting up, too.

“Go,” he says to me as he follows.

As soon as I walk into the house, I can tell the air is filled with tension. The music is still blaring, but it’s a much different vibe than when Shane and I left.

Todd is in Casey’s face, and Ryan is trying to hold him back. Brian has Casey pulled back with his arms behind his back. I step between them both without even thinking.

“What is going on?”

“Ask him!” Todd shouts, lunging forward and almost causing Ryan to lose his grip on him.

“I just came over to play a friendly game of ping-pong,” Casey says innocently.

Brian tightens his grip, and I see Casey flinch. He’s slurring his words, revealing how drunk he is. I have never really seen Casey like this before; he’s usually so in control.

“It’s true,” the girl from earlier—Viv, I think—speaks up. I can already tell I don’t like her. I know Todd, and I know that wouldn’t set him off like this.

Sure enough, at her words, he lunges again.

“Yeah, right,” Todd spits out. “Figures you’d hang out with liars,” Todd shouts to Casey, but there is no mistake it’s directed at his girlfriend or whatever she is. “Why are you even here, Casey? This isn’t your school; these aren’t your friends. You need to leave.”

Mark Conner steps in next to me. He walks up to Todd and rests his elbows on Todd’s shoulders so their foreheads are almost touching. “I invited him, but do you want him gone?”

Ryan is still holding tight. He knows as well as I do that if he lets go of Todd right now, Casey is in trouble.

“I want him gone. He won’t leave Ash alone. He’s an asshole, and he’s nothing but trouble.”

As some of Casey’s friends step forward, I squeeze my eyes shut. I know Todd has a lot of friends here, but Casey’s friends are making it known they are ready for a fight.

Mark turns to Casey. “What the fuck, Case? You said you’d back off and be cool.”

How does Mark even know Casey? Stupid sports again? Worse still, how could Mark know about me? Does he know what happened at the game?

Casey tries to break free. “I swear, Mark. It’s cool; we’re cool. We’re all cool.”

Mark looks back at Todd, and I can tell he’s never seen this side of him; most people haven’t. Then his eyes land back on Casey and his group of friends, who are still tense but have already visibly backed down.

“I think it’s best if you leave,” Mark says with a calm and authoritative tone.

“That’s bullshit, MC!” Casey shouts back.

I catch the exchange as Brian looks to Ryan to get the go-ahead to release Casey, and when Brian gets the signal, he loosens his grip on Casey. Casey is finally able to break free, but he’s still lunging forward with his full force, so he stumbles and almost falls.

“Sorry about that,” Brian says, but nothing in his tone is apologetic.

Todd is still struggling to break free, and Ryan has to tighten his grip.

“Go.” Mark pushes Casey square in the chest.

“This is bullshit!” Casey screams in Mark’s face. Then he gets in Todd’s face. “You’re an asshole, and you don’t deserve her.” He points to me, and I feel my cheeks flush red.

They are fighting about me? Still? Why?

I don’t even see it coming, but either Todd broke free, or Ryan let go. Either way, Todd slams his fist into Casey’s face.

Casey gets in a good hit or two, and I can see Todd is bleeding.

I start screaming, “Stop!”

Before I know it, Casey is on the ground, and Todd is on top of him, throwing and landing punch after punch.

“Stop him, Ryan!” I scream at my brother, but he just calmly smiles at me.

“In a minute. He needs this, and Casey deserves it.”

“Ryan! Please,” I plead.

All of Casey’s friends have stunned looks on their faces as they back away, even Viv. So much for being good friends. It’s as if it’s unspoken that this is just between the two of them, and no one gets involved.