Page 11 of Spin The Bottle
She shrugs. “Would you care if I said last week’s game was way out of character from you?”
Fuck. My smile is completely wiped away. My teammates, Coach, and now her? I have never lost before. Not once. And the one time I do, it’s completely obvious. Whoever texted me telling me to throw the game must have gotten what they wanted because they haven’t texted back.
I avoid looking at this girl who seems to enjoy laying it on me and shrug. “So you really do watch my games,” I tease her. Can’t really disagree with her. Itwasout of character.
I hear a sigh from her that makes my eyes flash to hers. “Cocky as usual. Even when I’m criticizing you, you seem to hear a compliment.”
I can’t help but grin when I glance at her. “You seem to enjoy it, who am I to stop you?”
I don’t even notice that there’s no one between us when I shift closer to her. Her eyes widen, looking around the room for her best friend, who just left with my best friend. She groans, tipping her head back. “They just left to hook up, didn’t they?”
My shoulder lifts. “Seems like it.”
“Great.” A soft sigh escapes her lips.
I lean forward, grabbing another handful of popcorn. “Well, I’m not letting these go to waste,” I say before stuffing them in my mouth. I try to keep my eyes on the tv, scrolling through the movie categories, but the way Leila is looking at me, tracking my every movement, is distracting me. I turn to face her, making her eyes snap to mine.
They’re green. Never noticed that before, but my god, they’re so green. Like freshly cut limes and just as bittersweet, so big and round, with long lashes framing them. She blinks, snapping me out of checking her out, and I hold out the bucket to her, shaking it. “You want some?”
She shakes her head, pulling out her phone and scrolling through it.
“Calling for reinforcements?”
She glances at me. “Seeing as my best friend is off celebrating with her boyfriend, I guess there’s no reason for me to stick around.”
“You don’t need to leave,” I tell her. I kind of like having her around. “We can watch a movie,” I suggest.
She blows out a breath, moving to the edge of the couch. “I should go,” she says instead, which blows. She holds up her phone. “Madi texted, and she wants to go shopping for the party tomorrow.”
She’s lying. I know damn well she didn’t get a text, and that Madeline is currently studying, according to Rosie, which means she’s lying to me. The girl doesn’t even know me, but if she really doesn’t want to be around me, who am I to stop her? I nod, leaning back on the couch. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
“Shit.” She exhales, squeezing her eyes shut. “I forgot the party was here.”
I let out a laugh, seeing her fists bunch up beside her. I’m not really one for parties, especially when everyone’s mood is down from last week’s loss, but seeing as I’m captain and I have to keep up morale, it’s kind of my obligation. But knowing she’s going to be there tomorrow? This is going to be fun.
“Sure is. So why don’t you answer that fake text and go shopping?” Her eyes widen when the words come out of my mouth, making the green of her eyes that much more prominent. I smirk at her reaction. “Buy something pretty for me, baby.”
Those bright green eyes narrow, scowling at me, and she picks up her bag, throwing it over her shoulder. I keep my eyes on her until she’s out of the room and I hear the door close.
I run a hand down my face, laughing to myself. Who the hell is this girl? And why do I want to get to know her?
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“One more,” Gabriella says, holding out her red cup.
“Nope.” Madi grabs her cup and places it on the table behind her. “You promised we’d leave at one.”
“One thirty?” Gabi asks, blinking up at her.
Madi glares, shaking her head. “One.”
“Fine,” Gabi concedes.
My eyes look around the dark tiles of the kitchen, now littered with drinks and snacks. Grayson is going to have fun cleaning this place up tomorrow, considering how big this damn house is.
“Is Rosie here?” I look around the party, trying to spot her face in the crowd.
