Page 71 of Trust Me Always

Together, we head out of the coach’s office. As Coach predicted, we’re exiting the main doors just as Alister is approaching.

He frowns in confusion but quickly wipes it away, nodding hello before slipping inside.

Chase and I stop a few feet from the entrance, both of our shoulders falling.

“Fuckin’ great, man,” he mumbles, running his hands through his hair. “I was supposed to get a good boost in my receiving yards next week against Brighton.”

I shake my head, knowing that’s not likely anymore. Fucking Alister won’t pass half as much as Mason does.

“You gonna tell your girlfriend her ex-boyfriend is your new buddy?”

I shove Chase, and he chuckles.

We start heading back to the football house in silence, and I catch Chase staring at me from the corner of my eye a few times.

“What?”

He shrugs and looks away, but I scoff.

“Just spit it out, asshole.”

“Just wondering how all that’s going…you and Cam.”

“It’s all fun and games, man.”

Chase points his grin forward, nodding lightly. “Okay.”

“Okay.” I nod back.

But I guess he’s right—I should probably let her know I’m going to be working with Alister this week. Not that she’ll care.

She’s not worried about what he’s got going on, so it’s not like it will matter anyway. She won’t suddenly want to wear his number or hang out with him again now that he’s going to be the starting QB.

Not that I would mind if she did.

My lips pinch together, and I frown forward.

Nope, I wouldn’t mind it one bit.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Brady

I mind.I fucking mind, and I don’t know why.

I also don’t know how to stop. It’s dumb.

Really fucking dumb. And thinking about it is pissing me off even more.

The dickwad is over there, leaning over the ledge of the fucking bleachers, his arms folded, the skin of his arm touching her jean-clad thigh as she’s sitting on the thick cement wall that separates the field from the stands.

He shakes his head, sending the water he poured over himself like some fucking model boy spraying out. I know that move. Hell, I probably invented it back in youth football days.

It works every time, and what do you know? Cameron squeals, throwing her hands up as her head falls back on a laugh. Even Ari and Paige are laughing.

Unoriginal prick.

Chase steps up, hands on his hips as he narrows his eyes in their direction. “Guess no one is mad at him anymore?”

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