Page 133 of The Plan

“He called me awhore.” She says it like she can barely believe it, and I’m taken back for a second, but then I feel my blood boil.That fucking dick.I turn to walk away to find that asshole, but she grabs me.

“Sire, wait.”

“I’m kicking his ass, so don’t convince me otherwise.”

“Oh, I’m not.”She’s not?“I’m fed up with that asshole, but kick his ass after your game. They might bench you for ‘getting physical.’” She puts it in air quotes, and I can’t bite back the smile that breaks through.

“You talked to my coach,” I say at the reminder of being benched. She proudly smiles at me as she nods her pretty head. “What’d you say to him to get me back in the game?”

“Nothing much, really.” She shrugs like it really was nothing. “Just that you’re my bitch who asks ‘how high?’ whenever I say jump and—”

“Okay, I get it.” God, she’s making it sound like I’m whipped for her or something. Maybe I am, but whatever. She laughs but doesn’t tell me what she actually told my coach.

“Why’d you do it?” I ask instead, tilting my head with a smile. She clicks the pen she’s holding and gives me a shrug, then looks back up at me like she remembers our promise.

“I felt bad that you couldn’t play. I know you did it for me, but you shouldn’t be the only one making sacrifices and proving your love.”

I feel a smile growing at that word. “So, this was you proving that you lo—”

“Enough communicating,” she blurts, and I squint my eyes at her.

“You can’t stop communicating in the middle of communicating. That’s not communicating.” I’m getting sick of this word.

“Baby steps.” She quickly kisses her two fingers and holds them out to me. I’m also getting tired of not being able to kiss her. Fuck this fresh start, and fuck what I said about slow. Instead of kissing my own fingers, I lean down and quickly press my lips against the two fingers she just kissed. A smile grows on her face, and she presses her fingers to her lips.

“This is so childish—”

“Shhh.” We both start laughing, and I roll my eyes at her.

“Thank you for talking to my coach, beautiful.”

She’s biting back a smile, and I feel like it’s because I haven’t called her that in a while. I’ll make sure to call her beautiful more often.

“Anytime, pretty boy.”

Rolling my eyes at her, I turn to leave so she can’t see the smile that’s fighting to break through at her nickname for me.

Just as I turn, I feel her hand coming down on my ass. “I knew you were going to do that.” I turn back to face her, and she has a proud smile on her face.

“And you didn’t stop me. I know you like it, Gryffindor. It’s okay to admit it.”

“Oh, fuck off.” My face scrunches, and I walk out of the room, her laugh still ringing in my ears.

“Hey, asshole.” My fist connectswith Asher's jaw, and he stumbles back a bit. “I have a question.” I punch him again, right in his perfect nose. Well, not perfect anymore.

“If my girl’s so much of a whore, how come you didn’t get to fuck?” Before he can answer my very rhetorical question, I grab a fist full of his shirt. “Do yourself a fucking favor and put in your two weeks' notice because if I find out you so much as look at her the wrong way again, you’re going to be drinking your meals out of a fucking straw.” I let go of his shirt, a lot rougher than needed.

“Got it?” He nods and spits out blood. “Couldn’t hear you, what was that?” I take a step to him, and a smirk grows on my face when he takes two back.

“Got it.”

“Got what?” We both turn to Vid, and she’s looking at us with her arms crossed. How long has she been standing there?

“I’m putting in my two-week notice,” Asher mumbles. I steal a glance at Vid, and she’s obviously happy but doesn’t say anything and nods her head toward the back of the parkinglot instead. Without wasting another word on him, I follow her through the parking lot.

“Thanks for that.”

“You don’t need to thank me for defending you, Vid. It’s the bare minimum. He disrespected you.” She doesn’t say anything and just nods as we continue walking to wherever her car is. Lights to a blue Porsche light up, and Vid throws her bag in before turning to me.

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