Emma’s POV
“Caleb!” My voice cutting through the moment like a knife.
He broke the kiss, shocked. Vanessa’s smile widening as she saw me approaching.
“What the hell is this?” I demanded, my hands shaking.
Before he could respond, Logan appeared behind me. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered.
“Logan, don’t—” I started, but he was already moving.
He grabbed Caleb by the front of his shirt, slamming him against the wall. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he growled, his voice low and furious.
“Get off me!” Caleb snapped, shoving Logan back.
Vanessa stepped aside, watching the scene unfold with an almost bored expression. “Boys, boys,” she said, her tone light. “There’s no need to fight.”
“Shut up, Vanessa!” Logan and I shot back simultaneously, looking at her.
Logan’s gaze moved from me to Vanessa and Caleb, and his expression darkened. “This is your fault,” he said to Vanessa.
“My fault?” she said, feigning innocence. “I didn’t make Caleb do anything he didn’t want to.”
Caleb frowned, his usual cocky demeanor slipping. “Stay out of it, Logan. You don’t know what’s going on.”
“Oh, I know exactly what’s going on,” Logan shot back, his voice rising. “You’re screwing with Emma, and you don’t even care!”
Logan’s anger boiled over. His fist connected with Caleb’s jaw before either of them could think twice, sending him stumbling back into the table. Drinks spilled, and people scattered, the room erupting into chaos. Caleb fought back, throwing a punch that landed square on Logan’s jaw. The two of them collided, grappling and shouting as the fight spilled out into the hallway.
“Stop it!” I yelled, forcing my way between them. “Both of you, just stop!”
But they won’t.
The fight spiraled from there, both of them grappling and swinging wildly as onlookers shouted and scrambled to get out of the way.
The crowd had gathered immideately, phones out to record the chaos.
By the time they were pulled apart, both of them were bruised and breathing hard, their anger radiating off them like heat.
“You don’t deserve her,” Logan spat, wiping blood from his lip. “And you never will.”