How he hell was Silas supposed to respond to that? He could call Brandon’s bluff, but the thing was, he wasn’t sure if Brandon was bluffing. There weren’t a many people that Silas would say could do real damage in a fight, not around here, but Brandon was on that list. “Not gonna happen, man,” he snarled back, eyes narrowing. Later he’d realize that what he should’ve done was back off, leave, and not incite any more of Brandon’s anger than he already had.
Oh yeah, he’d definitely regret not walking away from this fight when he had the chance. His face was already stinging and ribs weren’t any better. “He tell you that? Or is that just you assuming some more shit that ain’t true?” Silas fucking hated that assumption. For one, he didn’t feel sorry for Rae, and it had nothing to do with whatever other feelings were lurking under the surface. “”Cause fuck knows that Brandon Stone can’t be fucking wrong about anything.”
The low noise that bubbled up from his chest couldn’t be defined as anything really, except for frustration. “She doesn’t and didn’t have her fucking fingers in everything,” he defended, eyes still narrowed.
He should’ve seen it coming, should’ve guessed that Brandon was gonna play dirty like that. But instead he hit the floor with a thump and shooting pain through his ribs and shoulder blades. The pain, god, he’d forgotten what a real knock down, drag out felt like, and before he was even really ready to move Brandon was hauling him up again.
“Whatever you need to tell yourself.” Lexi might not have been involved or responsible, but she’d still been with that crew, that didn’t change.
Laughing in Brandon’s face, Silas raised an eyebrow. “Yet that doesn’t fucking stop you from chasing after her like a fucking puppy dog,” he breathed out between laughs. “No one tries that hard to be friends with someone, ‘specially not you.” Not true, not really. Brandon was more loyal, and aside from recent shit, more dependable than almost all of the friends Silas had growing up. But he was beyond making sure the things he spat out were true. Way, way beyond.
“Now, get the fuck off of me,” he snapped, breaking Brandon’s hold on his jacket collar. “Got nothing else to say to you, Stone.”