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I’m ashamed of what I’ve done, and Coach is disappointed. It’s written all across his brow.

“I wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t for Levi Faulkner.”

“Faulkner?”

“I didn’t think I was obtuse, but I wasn’t paying as close attention to the team as I thought I was. Faulkner and a few other players have recently come to me to discuss their concerns about Malik as captain. I’ve seen you helping the newbies in the gym, ensuring the guys are staying hydrated, pumping them up before practice and last season before games. These are things acaptain is supposed to do... but here you are, doing it for him because he’s slacking off. With your permission, I would like to hold a vote. You or Malik as the new captain.”

“Me as captain?” I repeat, dumbfounded.

“I’ve been watching you. This is something you can handle, Carter, not because of the kind of player you are but because of who you are as a person. Plus, you’ve been doing it without the official title for who knows how long now. I won’t move forward until you give me the okay.”

A thousand little thought gremlins run through my mind. But the biggest one is screaming,“He won’t throw you the ball if you do this. Your future career will be nonexistent. You won’t be able to help your dad. You’ll be a failure.”

“I don’t kn?—”

“Think it over. I don’t need an answer until the end of August. The sooner, the better, but this is a big decision. Just know that I’m here if you want to talk it over.”

“Thanks, Coach,” I mumble.

I don’t remember getting up to leave or the firm pat on my shoulder as I left his office.

What I do remember is seeing Malik backing my girl against a row of lockers.

My fingernails dig into my palm, my jaw tightening to unbelievable levels. With one foot in front of the other, I’m about to rain hellfire down on him. He can torture me all he wants. If he thinks he can touch my girl, he’s going to pay.

Chapter Forty

Chrissy

He’s fine. He’s safe. Granted, a little red and tired, but he’s okay. Relief and a blast of cold air washed over me when I walked into the sports center. Rome’s expression twisted in both confusion and delight when he saw me.

I could have gone back to my dorm after checking on him, but I want to be with him—in all manners. So, I’m left waiting in the corridor for him while he talks to his coach. I hope he’s not in trouble. All that boy does is help his team and that douchebag of a captain. He’s the last person who deserves an ear lashing.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and text my parents in our family group chat.

I’m going to be a few minutes late, had to check on a friend.

Mom: That’s okay, honey! Dad and I are ready whenever you are.

Zack: “Friend”? ;)

Son of a bitch... I should have known better.

I haven’t told Mom or Dad about Rome yet. I planned on introducing them when they came out in August. What does this asswipe think he’s doing?

Yes, my friend. I have friends, unlike you.

Zack: I have friends!

Name one besides Gwen and Ash!

Zack: Rome Carter ;)

Am I dumb?! I totally lined him up for that comeback.

Dad: Why the winky face? Is there something you have to tell us, son?

Mom: That would explain the lack of girlfriends...

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