After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Well, this is too much testosterone for me, so I’m going to change and run some errands. You two have fun,” I say, leaving the men to their little games.
As Landon and I push our way through the crowd, I groan and ask, “Why the hell is it so crowded already?”
He gives me a look with a little attitude behind it. “Because you made us late.”
“The game doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes.”
“I usually come an hour early,” he explains.
“Of course you do. Even when I’m not with Tessa, I’m with Tessa,” I complain. Landon and Tessa are literally the same person when it comes to their annoying need to be the first and best at everything they do.
“You should feel honored to be with Tessa,” he tells me.
“Stop being a dick and we might actually enjoy the game,” I tell him forcefully, but can’t help the smile that appears on my face at his annoyance. “Sorry, Landon. I’m honored to be with her. Now, would you chill out?” I laugh.
“Sure, sure. Let’s just get our seats,” he says quietly, leading the way.
“WHAT THE HECK! Did you see that? How the heck did that count!?” Landon screams next to me. He’s more energized than I’ve ever seen him. Still, even angry, he sounds like a pussy.
“C’mon!” he yells once more, and I bite my tongue in laughter.
I suppose Tessa was right: he isn’t too terrible of company. Not my first choice, obviously, but not so bad.
“I hear that the more you yell and scream, the more likely they are to win,” I tell him.
He ignores me and continues to yell and boo with the ebb and flow of the game. I alternate between paying attention and texting Tessa dirty things, and before I realize it, Landon’s yelling “Yes!” when his team wins the game at the last second.
The crowd piles out of the arena, and I push my way through them. “Watch it,” a voice behind me says.
“Sorry,” Landon apologizes.
“That’s what I thought,” the voice says, and I turn around to find a nervous Landon and an asshole wearing the opposing team’s jersey. Landon swallows but doesn’t say anything else as the man and his crew continue to taunt him.
“Look how scared he is,” another voice says, one of the asshole’s friends, I presume.
“I . . . I . . .” Landon stammers.
Are you kidding me? “Fuck off, both of you,” I snarl, and they both turn to look at me.
“Or what?” I can smell the beer on the tall one’s breath.
“Or I will shut you up in front of everyone, and you’ll be so humiliated it’ll be on the game’s highlight reel. That’s what,” I warn him, meaning every single word.
“C’mon, Dennis, let’s go,” the short one, the only one with some sense, says and tugs on his friend’s jersey, and they disappear into the crowd. I grab Landon by the arm and pull him the rest of the way. Tessa will have my balls if I let him get beat up tonight.