Page 62 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
I clench my jaw, sensing the animosity oozing from the guy who’s not moving out of Megan’s way. He seems defensive, suddenly pissed off with her. It’s none of his business. He barely knows her, but he’s brought her a drink, so he thinks he is owed something from her. Guys have always gone head over heels crazy for Megan and all I can do is watch and wonder if anyone would ever feel that passionate about me. This guy’s an obvious jerk because Megan isn’t interested, but the determination in his voice is something to marvel and it tickles my romantic notions. It’s like he would fight to the death for her.
Scott is good to me, but would he ever feel like this?
“You can’t go home yet,” Three-Chin says. “Like Ronny says, we’ve only just got a round of drinks, and we’re only just getting better acquainted.”
“What’s a nice-looking chick like you doing with that dumbass anyway?” his friend asks. “Or do you have the hots for him because you think he’s some hotshot hero?”
“I need to leave,” Megan insists, brushing the guy’s hand away and attempting to walk around him. He grabs her hand. “I’m a big hotshot. I’m areallybig hotshot.”
“Let go of my hand!” Megan yells.
“She said let go of her hand, asshole.” A man’s voice, loud, and authoritative, comes from behind, and before I can turn to see who said it, a fist lands on Tattooed Guy’s face. I hear the sound, flat and dull, before he crashes backwards.
Lance Turner stands over him, his face red with anger. “Stay the fuck away from her.”
“You asshole!” Tattooed Guy shouts as he just about manages to regain his balance. Like an angry bull, he charges towards Lance who then stumbles back and crashes into a table. He regains his balance and lurches towards the guy. “Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you.”
The other man snorts. “Oh, yeah? Is this another student you—”
Before he can finish, Lance lunges at him like a fiend and the two men fight like vicious pit bulls. Tables are knocked over and people rush away and make room for the brawling men who are stumbling around, arms locked around each other.
It’s hard to see how the thin and wiry Mr. Turner is going to get out of this in one piece, especially when the big guy has his arm around Lance’s neck. But in a few lightning-fast seconds, Lance’s elbow shoots out like a machete, striking his opponent on the nose. Blood waterfountains from his face. Lance smacks his fist into the man’s gut, and he lands on his back on the floor. Then Lance throws a kick to his balls. I cover my nether regions protectively and wince, imagining a pain that isn’t mine. That was uncalled for.
The man howls in pain as blood gushes from his face. An angry red puddle balloons on the floor.
“Lay another finger on her, you fucker, and see what I do to you.”
“Get out!” Two burly security men appear and escort Lance out of the bar again.
Three-Chin is on the floor tending to his friend.
I witness the scene, the blood, the bodies on the floor, the crowd, and see the awe on Megan’s face. Her eyes are on Lance as he’s being shown the way out.
“Jesus. What the heck was that?” I’m in shock at what just happened. A staff member is tending to the injured guy. Blood is all over his clothes. It looks like a murder scene.
“I can't stay here another minute,” Megan cries. She gets up to leave and I follow her. If she's going home, then good. But if she's going to find Lance, I need to stop her.
“It’s been a long evening. Let’s go home,” I suggest, as we start to walk out.
“No.” She has that same determined look on her face. I know exactly where she’s going.
“You’re making a mistake,” I tell her, then realize that I've left my purse on the table.
“That’s some crazy dude and she’s his crazy bitch,” Three-Chin says as I return. His friend’s face is bloody, his lip is cut and there’s still a trickle of blood coming out of his nose. A staff member is cleaning the mess on the floor.
“Don’t talk about my friend like that,” I snap, swiping my purse.
“The guy’s a jerk. Didn’t you hear the rumors?” Three-Chin shoots back.
I look up sharply. “What rumors?”
“He had an affair with that student he saved.” He swipes a hand across his mouth. “Some fucking hero.”
“What?”
“Yeah. It’s all over the college.”
“You’re a student?” I ask, shocked.
