Oops

Jay’s eyes fall. “I know…but I want to know you, Katie…I know I can’t gain back the time that’s gone, but I’d like to…” His voice trails off as Katie goes for her phone, a perplexed look crossing his face.

Wyatt and Jason stare each other in the eye. Suddenly Jason’s phone on his belt rings. He automatically glances down.

Wrong move.

Wyatt’s fist connects with his mouth. Jason is thrown backward into the side of the truck, wincing as his shoulder hits, and the taste of blood hits his tongue. Instincts overtake his logic and he lunges at Wyatt, ramming him against the bumper of his jeep. Crying out, Wyatt swings his elbow around, catching Jason’s left eye. Jason backs off to recover, just to be brought to the ground, forced to block more punches before he can use his legs to throw Wyatt off of him. As Wyatt rolls to the curb, Jason struggles to stand, going for his phone as it continues to ring. Flipping it open, he sees it’s Katie. His eyes widen. She knew.

Too late, he has to toss the phone through the open window of the truck before Wyatt is on him again. Stumbling to the side, his knee is wrenched and he cries out in pain, as it gives way, sending him to the asphalt. Determined not to go down alone though, he swings an arm at Wyatt’s ankles, taking him down with him. Both men lay still for several moments, just panting. Jason’s the first to rise, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. He sways unsteadily, his knee shot, but he musters up his energy to glare down at Wyatt. “Leave it be, Wyatt. Tail me again and you’ll pay.” Backing away, he climbs back into the truck and starts the engine. Pulling away, he can’t help but look in his side mirror to make sure that Wyatt is picking himself up. This whole thing was just stupid. He was madder than a hornet, but he didn’t want to hurt anyone. Looking at himself in the mirror, he grimaces. His lip is split open, and he’s got a bruise near his eye from Wyatt’s elbow. Great. Just great.
Grabbing his phone, he calls Katie back and waits.