Page 97 of The Plan

Sire sips his drink while shaking his head. “Devin!” His tone is demanding and cold. Both Sage and Devin turn to look at him, and without another word, walk away from each other.

“Why the fuck do they only listen to you?”

“Because you hold no weight, you bitch.”

August elbows Sire in the stomach, and when Sire does it back, he winces. August immediately apologizes, but Sire doesn’t reply and downs the rest of whatever was just in that cup.

The baseball team calls the boys over, so the girls and I walk out to the back. We’re near the pool when Sage turns to us.

“So…” She has a scheming look on her face, and I don’t even want to know what she’s thinking, but she says it anyway.

“How pissed do you think my brothers would be if I hooked up with that hot teammate of theirs?” I look over at Hazel, and she sips her drink as her eyebrows rise over the rim of her cup.

“Considering they told all of them you were off limits, very pissed.” Sage looks like she’s considering it anyway, but I doubt any of the baseball boys would risk their lives like that.

Hazel shrugs when Sage turns to her for an answer. “Just don’t tell them. What you don’t know can’t hurt you.” They toast their cups, and before I can say that Sire will find out, someone replies from behind me.

“Cheers to that, right, Vidia.”I turn around, and one of the baseball players, Brent, is towering over me. I take a step back, and a smirk grows on his face.

“Uh, I guess.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Wouldn’t you want to know something, even if it was going to hurt you?” I think about his question for a second and try to decide if it has a deeper meaning to it or if he’s just drunk.

“I don’t know, it depends.”

“Depends on what?” A smile grows on his face as if I were amusing him. I look back over at the girls, but they’re having a separate conversation, paying us no mind. “What would it depend on, Vidia?” Why does he keep saying my name like that? Maybe he is just drunk, but he almost has a mocking tone when he says it.

“How much have you drunk?” He takes a step closer to me and leans in a bit.

“Not much.” I can smell the alcohol on his breath that says otherwise. “I can still take you upstairs and fuck you however you want it.”Huh?I go still and just blink a few times. There's no way I heard that right.

“You’re drunk. You should walk away now.”

“Let’s walk away together.” He takes another step toward me, but I step back again.

“Let’s not.” I try to walk off, but Brent pulls me to him before I can.

“Get your hands off of me.” I shove his hands off my waist, but he grabs my arm.

“Are you deaf or just stupid?” I feel the warmth radiating off Sire from behind me, and Brent quickly lets go of my arm. He eyes the two of us from head to toe in pure disgust. I can’t tell if the alcohol is making him sick or us, but I’m going to believe it’s the former since I didn’t do shit to this guy.

“What is so special about this bitch?”What is this asshole's problem?His eyes cut down to my jersey, and he smirks back up at us. “Besides her mom, of course.”My mom?Before I can say anything, Sire stands between Brent and me.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” Sire’s tone is cool and calm, like a scary calm. Brent chuckles, and I get a feeling this is not going to end well, for Brent at least.

I know he and Sire are friends, especially since they’re teammates and all, but I also know Sire looks like he’s about to throw a punch.

“Just let it go…” I watch Sire’s jaw tighten, but he pays me no mind and keeps his eyes on Brent.

“I got to hand it to you, Sire. I mean, I really wasn’t expecting you to keep this up for so long.” I look back over at Brent, but now I’m just lost.

“Shut the fuck up. I already told you—”

“Stop lying. Come on, dude, you already got what you wanted. Just pass her over.”Pass me?!

“Excuse me, dickhead. I’m notsomethingyou can just ‘pass over,’ so—”

“Go find Hazel, Vidia.” Sire’s tone is demanding, and I look over at him, but before I can object, Brent breaks into a laugh. I stare between Sire and him, trying to figure out if this is some sick inside joke I’m on the outside of, but Sire’s scold doesn’t falter.

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