Paul was in the middle of the pack when he saw the taser. He was angry at Jameson for busting his window, but he couldn’t imagine giving his best friend much of a beating. He figured he’d just keep pace and let the authorities do it for him.

That was until he saw the look of unadulterated beauty on Prandi’s face when Jameson cried out to her. If she could look at Jameson like that after all the things he and Sassy had done to undermine their relationship, she had to be the real deal.

Paul looked back at Sassy and noticed a mix of determination, nastiness and glee on her face. Becca was right beside her, insecure, heartbroken and vengeful.

Whatever happened to bros before hoes? Paul thought.

Jameson had been his faithful wing-man throughout their friendship and he sold him out for some tail?

Paul kicked it into second-gear, overtaking Milo. Then he acted against his every instinct, lunging between Jameson and the taser.

“Don’t tase him, bro!” Paul yelled as the taser connected with his own chest.