"How are you getting home?"
"Roman is supposed to be waiting on me." I frowned, I didn't think I wanted to ride with him. When I stepped outside of the terminal there was the shiny black Escalade. Roman came out of the car wearing gray sweats and a black tank, his face was contorted in anger.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked him when, he stank of attitude and I wasn't in the goddamn mood.
"Get in the car." He said grabbing me by the arm.
"Get off me man!" I shouted trying to brush him off me.
"I said get in the car!" He shouted in my face, his eyes back with anger.
"Roman, let her go, what are you doing?" Stone dropped his bag and tried to get Roman off me.
"Getting her away for you, you punk ass motherfucker." He swung and landed a solid punch to Stone's face, I screamed, Stone fell and Roman pounced on him landing blow after blow. They rolled and Stone was on top matching Roman's blows. People whipped out cell phones, a couple people pointed but nobody tried to stop the men's heated battle.
"Stop!" I shrieked grabbing Stone by the collar, he off balanced and Roman punched him, the force of the blow pulled Stone's collar out of my hand, he fell and rolled, jumped to his feet and landed two punches to Roman's face. They were sweating and bleeding but they kept going at it like two animals. Roman ended up on top of Stone again, Stone managed to get him into a headlock and punched him awkwardly. In a second they were on their feet again, each trying to get a grip on the other.
"Y'all are being crazy!" I jumped in between them, I was so short they easily punched each other in the face without having to worry about hitting me. They shifted again and butted me, I stumbled into the street and landed on my behind. A horn blared and tires screeched as the red Dodge Durango tried to avoid hitting me.
The entire world seemed to slow down as the car slid toward me, I could hear the blood roaring in my ears and my body stiffened, bracing for impact.
It stopped centimeters from my body, I could feel the heat from the engine and I could smell the burning rubber. "Are you okay?" The driver, a balding middle aged man hopped out of the car. "I'm so sorry."
He helped me to my feet, "It wasn't your fault." I gave the boys a sour look and stepped back onto the sidewalk where it was safe. Both of the boys--because they sure as hell weren't acting like men--ran toward me. I held up a hand, it shook like I had Parkinson's disease, "I'm fine." I picked up my bag and flagged a taxi, I didn't have time for this craziness, not today, not ever.
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