Seanday Brunch: Brother Makes Two

Across the parking lot Chris stood confident, shirtless, laughing and pushing around his... brother. Dan wasn't meant to be there, he was going to ruin everything.

Chris spotted me, and his eyes glinted and focused on me--just for a moment--then he turned his attention back to Dan. My gut knotted: he could easily beat me to a pulp, either of them could. It was a risk I had to take.

"Oi," I shouted across the lot. The brothers turned and looked at me with stony faces. "Yeah! You heard me; you're both a pair of fuck-wits."

Chris's eyes turned to fire, and his face creased into murderous anger. "Leave it Chris, he's not worth it," Dan growled under his breath pulling at his brothers shoulder.

"Yeah, it's all for show isn't it. How did you get that place on the football team? Service the coach?" I sneered, "Nah, you'd have to do the whole team, damn you're such a pair of losers."

"You fucker, I'm going to kill you," Chris snarled pulling himself from Dan's grasp. "You'd better start running."

"Forget him," Dan pleaded, but I'd pushed Chris too far, and his face was painted with venomous anger.

Tightness clawed at my chest as I took a couple of steps backwards. Others in the parking lot gawped as the confrontation played out. Chris was one of the teams running backs, he could run a 40 yard dash in just 4.55 seconds. My heart was already pounding as I was running through the lot; I could hear jeers from others as the giant gave chase.

"He's not worth it," Dan called again, but a quick glance over my shoulder suggested my fate had already been sealed. Chris was gaining on me, and he wasn't even exerting himself.

In full stride, I felt my whole body jerk to a stop as Chris's huge hand gripped the back of my neck. "You fucker, you're just dead meat now," he growled into my face as he spun me around. I tried to pull myself free, but his grip only tightened.

He manhandled me, pushing me under his arm into a headlock. I only had time to blink as I saw a huge fist blur towards my face. I tensed waiting for the inevitable, but it was just glancing blow across my mouth. I gasped, and tasted blood spitting it from my mouth.

I heard Dan's voice drift across the lot. "Chris leave him alone, come on man."

"We're just having a talk," he barked back at Dan. "Isn't that right," he muttered in my ear and jerked his hold on me.

He dragged me over to one of the outbuildings; I could only stumble around as he dragged me behind him.

Out of sight he dropped me to the ground; I looked up at the impressive football player. His scowl softened to a grin, and he held out his hand; I took it and he easily lifted me to my feet. He tipped his head and licked his thumb, gently he wiped the blood from my lip. "Sorry about that, had to put on a show right?" He quietly explained.

"Yeah that was the right choice. You kinda scared me though," I muttered.

"I couldn't shake Dan; he wanted to come as well. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, you're here now." I wiped my lip again, "You ready?"

A smile broke Chris's face. "Oh yeah, always ready for you--master."

End of part 1.