Page 102 of Prove Me Wrong
I groan, wiping something alcoholic from my face and the excess on my jeans. “I better not have ants crawling on me now.”
He laughs before one of the assistant coaches tells him to keep moving. “Here. Sit down so they don’t bother you again.”
“Thanks,” I murmur and sit on the cold seat as Khai walks off. I feel their glares on me like laser beams, so I turn and give them a bittersweet smile. “To answer you, yes, he was looking at me. He is my brother.” I whip back around, ignoring their comments as I watch the Wolves score their way to victory.
“Hey, Mia.”
“Mia’s here.”
“Long time no see, Baxter twin.”
I receive a chorus of hellos as I wait outside of the locker room after the game. Luckily, I got to go straight into the tunnel, avoiding those crazy girls, and make my way right into the Wolves’ space.
Looking up, I respond to each of Sinnett’s teammates, knowing most of them well from the years he’s been playing for the team. I don’t come to every game, but I try for a couple a season to support my brother, and I love the sport. Must be in our blood or something.
Khai walks out next. “Hey, younger Baxter,” he teases. I roll my eyes. “How’s the hair?”
Moments later, my brother, who is still wearing a broody expression, steps into the hallway.
“What?” Sinnett frowns before moving to my side. “Why is your hair all sticky?”
I sniff a laugh. “A girl poured her drink on me, then Khai let me sit on the team bench to avoid them.”
The three of us walk to the exit. Most of the players have left now, leaving only a few stragglers in the stadium.
“What? Why would they do that?”
“She thought I was going to steal your attention away from her.”
My eyes find his. They wrinkle as my brother huffs in amusement. “The fans can be wild sometimes.”
“More than wild. Who pours their drink on people’s heads?”
“Girls who want to get laid,” Khai chimes.
I nod in agreement, but Sinnett stays quiet. We make it to their cars on the side of the car park.
“I’ll drop Mia at home.”
“I’ll see you at home then,” Khai says before unlocking his car. “Catch you later, younger Baxter.” He winks.
I give him a small wave before moving towards Sinnett's Audi. “You played like a distracted monkey tonight?” I say once Khai has sped off.
Sinnett opens the back door and drops his gym bag on the seat. We climb into the car, doors closing softly behind us. “I’m not a monkey,” he groans, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.
When he drops his hands, ocean eyes find mine. I lift a brow.
He sighs heavily. “Just someone I thought I was close with seems to have turned her back on me.”
My eyes narrow. “A girl?”
His jaw ticks as he turns on the sleek car and pulls out of the car park. “Yes.”
“Not the girl with the short brown hair I remember you mentioning once or twice.”
Sinnett doesn't talk about the women he dates, but somehow, I managed to squeeze it out of him. He mentioned he was seeing a girl with short brown hair a few months ago, but that was it.
His mouth quirks. “Not her, no.”
