"What did she do now?" I demanded, more than just done with the horrible fucking girl my friend just couldn't seem to shake.

I couldn't fucking stand her.

No joke.

The girl made my skin crawl.

"She came with Daniel Westbrook," Bear said flatly.

My eyes widened. "You're fucking kidding me!"

"Wish we were," Reebo said. His dark eyes flicked to Molly and he smiled. "Sorry to interrupt your date, darlin'."

"We're not on a date," Molly replied, cheeks glowing, dropping my hand like it had burned her.

I rolled my eyes and snatched her hand back up. "Yeah, we damn well are."

"No, we're not," Molly continued to protest.

"Don’t listen to her. Her pregnancy hormones are going wild –"

"Daryl!" Molly squealed, looking appalled.

"Hush, baby mama," I shot back before turning my attention back to the guys. "Now tell me, does Rourke know that Westbrook's here yet?"

Bear arched a brow. "Do you see any blood shed?"

Fair point.

"Who's Daniel Westbrook?" Molly asked.

"The team we played tonight – the Jefferson Jaguars? He's their QB1," I explained. "He also happens to be the guy Britt cheated on Rourke with."

"On numerous occasions," Bear offered with a grimace.

"There's some serious bad blood between those two," Bear interjected. "If Rourke knows Westbrook's here, he'll cause hell."

"I'll find Rourke and keep him distracted," I told them. "Y'all figure out a way to send Westbrook on his merry way before our wide receiver ends up in the state penitentiary."

"Easier said than done, man," Reebo replied. "He came with backup."

Ah hell. "Where the hell is Mason when we need him?"

"Last I saw, Starr boy was down on the beach with Casey Garza."

"Getting tea-bagged, the lucky bastard."

"Tea-bagged?" Molly frowned. "What the heck is that?"

"It's when a chick puts your balls in her mouth when she's giving you head," Reebo explained. Molly coughed and spluttered, but Reebs, not taking the hint, continued, "Ain't too many girls our age willing to take a guy's entire ball sack into their mouth, but holy hell does it feel good when it happens – hey, you've been tea-bagged by Casey Garza before, right, D?"

"Gross," Molly groaned, looking a little pale.

"Dude!" I snapped, eyeballing my so-called friend. You're killing me here! "Shut the fuck up!"

"He has," Bear filled in, throwing me under the goddamn bus. "Twice."

"Good to know," Molly mumbled with a shudder.

Fuck.

My.

Life.

"So," Reebo continued, smiling brightly at the both of us. "Y'all are in the family way? Con-fucking-grats, man."

"Oh my god, I'm so out of here," Molly groaned, breaking free of my hold and hurrying towards the entrance. "Weirdos."

24 Molly

Ah, the graceful art of tea-bagging; another unfortunate piece of information I had learned about tonight.

Thankfully, I was too busy helping the guys find Rourke before he 'raised hell' and conveniently using it as an opportunity to avoid my so-called best friend – to dwell on the thought of said BFF's freaking scrotum lodged in one of his side-chicks' throats.