"Hey, slut!"
From his place in the middle of the football field after practice, Van Montgomery heard one of his fellow team-mates – or the team pain, as it were – Connor Rivers, call out to Cheyenne as he stalked over to where she was sitting on the bleachers. She had come to watch the football practice. Now, watching Connor's approach, she just looked wary, if not a little frightened. Her hands moved to protectively cover the ever-growing bump that was her daughter. Hers and Van's.
Jaw ticking and eyes blazing, Van broke into a run, reaching Cheyenne at the same moment Connor did and stepped between the two of them.
"Hey, man," Van asked sharply. "What's your problem?"
"My problem?" Connor repeated incredulously, pointing to Cheyenne. "Hey, I'm not the one who's knocked up, now am I?"
"You'd better watch it, pal." Van growled.
"Or what, huh? What are you going to do about it?"
"You know what?" Van turned partially away from Connor. "You're not even worth it right now. Why don't you just go away and leave me and my wife alone."
"Why don't you just make me?" Connor challenged.
Van nodded. "If that's what you want."
He had barely even laid a finger on the weasel before Connor lashed out, punching Van in the face.
It took Cheyenne's resulting scream for the assistant coach to notice the situation and hurry over. He chewed Connor out before ordering him to go to Mrs. Hodge's office.
As Connor walked away, the coach turned to Van and asked, "Are you okay, Montgomery?"
Van's face was pounding like it never had before, and he knew that he'd just been given a black eye, but he nodded anyway. "Yeah."
Hearing this, the still-retreating Connor looked back over his shoulder at Van. Van flashed him a smug grin, knowing that he had won.
Another idea that I've had hanging around for awhile. My first venture into the Reba category, so feedback would be great. Thanks, everybody! Each of these chapters is going to be inspired by a different part of the song, since you're actually not supposed to post song lyrics.:)