Page 28 of To Love or to Lose
“Genova?” I look at him, my eyebrows furrow at the nickname.
Is it a nickname, or does he just not know my name?
“I reckon this may give me a god complex, love.” He smirks, stopping me from moving any further through the crowd. “I could let you drop at any second.”
“Don’t you dare,” I seethe.
“What would you do if I did?” His lips are remarkably close to my ear, and his breath sends a chill down my spine.
I don't think he means to elicit the reaction out of me that he does, but his closeness still makes my entire body go numb—partly out of innocent attraction, but also out of anger. He could drop me at any moment.
“I…” My voice falters when he drops his arms out from under me, making my whole body begin to fall.
I don’t know how far up the stands I am; I haven’t quite been paying attention, but I know it would be a brutal fall no matter what. “Jameson!” I scream, my voice breaking as I claw onto his shoulder.
Right before I feel like I’m going to hit the metal of the bleachers, his hands find me again.
He grabs under my arms and heaves me up again. “See how thrilling that was?”
I punch him in the shoulder. “No, you asshole!”
Logan’s laughing next to me, as if he hadn’t noticed a bit of what just happened. “Do you want to go further, Gen?”
I shake my head. “Please, put me down.”
“Oh, come on, that’s no fu—” Jameson starts.
“Put me down!”
That’s when Logan drops me.
I think I scream, bracing myself for impact again, but I’m too worried about the fact that my fate now lies in my rival's hands.
“Bloody hell, Logan!” Jameson curses. I feel his body shift and I expect him to drop me too, but his arms wrap around my torso.
I’m too taken aback by the fact thatJameson Beaumontsaved me from what felt like a near death experience to even register what happens after that.The next thing I know, I’m on my feet on the bleacher next to Logan.
“That wasn’t funny.” I look at Logan. “You were seriously going to let me fall to my death.”
“It was a trust exercise,” he says. “And look, it worked. Jameson caught you.”
“Because he had no choice,” I sneer. “I don’t trust people because they do what’s morally right.”
“Well, now you know he’s a good guy and wouldn’t let you plummet to your death.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that he’s here under immoral pretenses.”
“He didn’t know about the valedictorian position before he got here,” Logan says.
“That changes nothing!”
“Can you guys stop talking about me like I’m not here?” Jameson asks.
“I need to go.” My head is throbbing from stress, and being surrounded by people is getting to me.
I turn my back to the two of them, making my way down the bleachers and back to where Eloise is waiting.
The game is almost over, and by the time I make it back to Eloise, her eyes are filled with concern, almost like she had heard my entire conversation with Logan and Jameson.
