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“The girl,” I begin. “Quinn…”
He stares at me like he’s confused as to why I’m bringing her up again. “What about her? You are acting weird as hell.”
“I know her,” I state. “That’s the girl.”
Levi looks up from his Ipad, “I’m getting the trainer, you have a concussion.”
“Yeah bro,” Remi says, “I’ve never heard you so much as mention a girl’s name on the field ever. You okay?”
I run my hand back through my sweaty hair, “Yes. I’m fine. I’m just saying Quinn is her. The girl from my cruise.”
Remi’s face softens, “You sure?”
“I’m a hundred percent sure.”
His brows furrow together, then he tilts his head to one side, “I thought you said you didn’t hook up with anyone?”
I don’t immediately answer, which says enough.
Remi nearly chokes on his water, “You hooked up with Collins’ ex?”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Collins steps up behind me and I can practically feel his breath on my neck.
Impeccable timing.
“Get lost, Collins.” Remi huffs, but he doesn’t budge.
I feel his hand grab the back of my neck, and I see red.
No.
Twisting around, I elbow him right in the jaw, and everything after that is a big blur.
All I can think about is the fact that he hurt her, and it blinds me. She didn’t deserve what he did.
Next thing I know, Levi is in front of me, with his hand entangled in my jersey pushing me back.
“Are you serious?” I hear Coach growl and then slam his clipboard against the metal bench. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. Both of you have five seconds to get out of my sight!” He screams, pointing at me and then at Collins.
I grab my helmet off the ground and walk through the tunnel, straight into Quinn.
chapter seventeen
Quinn
“You,” He breathes, standing two feet in front of me. Sweat and a drizzle of blood falling from his brow.
“You,” I repeat, staring into the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen. Eyes I thought I’d never see again.
“What are you doing here?”
The look on his face is one of equal confusion and satisfaction. He looks genuinely happy to see me, but I can also see a million questions behind his stare.
“I go here,” I explain. “I’m at Ridge U.”
He steps closer and I feel my skin nearly prickle with goosebumps. “Are you shitting me?”
I hike up my eyebrow and shake my head, “No. I’m not shitting you.”
