Page 16 of Let You Love Me

Shit. Was I?

Me:

I guess there’s a slight possibility she thought I was a creep or something. But that’s not even the real reason why I texted.

Jace:

Don’t try and change the subject. This conversation is just getting interesting and I’ve been waiting forever to impart my words of wisdom on you.

I roll my eyes. The last thing I need are words of wisdom from Jace who was hands down the biggest player at Riverside. Just because my sister somehow rehabilitated him doesn’t mean I want to listen to his advice on love . . .

At least not yet.

Maybe if I’m really fucking desperate.

Me:

I fucked up, and now I think my coach hates me.

Atlas:

Shit. Why?

Graham:

You’re probably just being paranoid.

Me:

He caught me in the middle of stealing the fucking tires off his car.

Graham:

Okay, maybe you’re not being paranoid.

Jace:

Yeah, you’re fucked.

Chris:

Wait. Back up. Why would you do that? Even I wouldn’t do that, and I do some dumb shit.

Me:

The upperclassmen have been hazing us on and off for a month now, and Lockhart got it into his head to make the rookies remove the tires off four cars and dump them in the school fountain. Just so happensone of the cars was our coach’s and he caught me in the act.

Jace:

Shiiiiit.

Atlas:

Damn, bro.

Chris:

Teagan needs our support, not our condemnation right now.

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