Page 107 of Pucking Matt
“Yeah,” Brian says, sitting next to me. “I think we can do that.” He starts working on the gash and says, “It’s been a while since we’ve done this. You’re getting better out there with fewer fights.”
“Yeah. Tunnel vision focus.”
“You and Grey are no longer at each other’s throats.”
“Yeah, that era is done.”
He presses the cut. “Okay, this is going to hurt. Try not to move.”
Adrenaline rushes through me. I can handle pain. Brian releases the gash, and puts something inside of it, causing it toburn like a fucking bitch. I sit still until Brian leans back and says, “Done. Now I need to clean you up.”
He takes a cotton swab with liquid on it and wipes my face, running it over the gash. They all fill with blood, so he has to do it a few times. He lifts my chin again. “If it doesn’t stop bleeding,” Brian begins.
I stand, walking over to a mirror. It’s dripping from the middle. “Bring that stuff you used.”
Brian walks over with it. I tilt my head back and say, “You won’t hurt me. Put more.”
Brian says, “I can’t put too much of this stuff.”
“My mom’s going to kill me if I have stitches on my face. Please try.”
Brian is reluctant but he does it anyway. I look in the mirror after he’s applied it and force it shut. It feels exactly like what he was doing earlier. But I hold it there longer.
“I think that should do it, Browning. Thank you. My mom thanks you.”
Brian grabs my shoulders. “Let’s bandage it. Then you can take some ibuprofen when you get home. Get good rest.”
The guys come strolling into the locker room shortly after Brian puts a Band-Aid on it.
Harvey sits next to me. “You all good?”
“Yeah,” I say as he stares. “All good.”
Crew walks past and says, “Did he glue it?”
“He wanted to give me stitches, but I have my mom’s wedding tomorrow.”
“Shit.” Harvey says, going to his locker. “That’s right.”
Dylan waltzes in with Ace. “Good game.”
Knox and Grey are behind them. They all briefly glance at me.
Ace walks up. “You kicked his ass out there.”
“Yeah, because look at what he did to my face.” I peel the bandage off to show the guys. They all look over and wince.
Ace taps my cheek, and I flinch.
“Fucker,” I spit as he laughs. I cover it back up. “What the fuck?”
Grey says, “You’re going to look good in those wedding photos.”
“Yeah, my mom will be ecstatic.”
Grey shrugs. “You kicked his ass. Jokes on him.”
I nod at Grey and grab my bag from my locker.
