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There it is.
“Come on…I know what will make you feel a little better. Cleo’s in her room with Blake, and it’s time for me to take care of you. Let’s go?” I don’t wait for an answer before turning Sienna and walking her to her bedroom.
“What’re we—”
“Get your gaming controller, I’m about to kick your ass in Mario Kart.”
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MymusclesstrainasI finish my last set, pushing my body harder than ever in the gym. Our game against Brighton is approaching and some of the guys decided to workout at the on campus gym before practice. Since I’m co-captain, I’m automatically involved.
Blake has been stricter than ever lately, and I don’t blame him. If Sienna was in Cleo’s position, everyone would be dead.
I’m getting ready to leave for practice when I spot the girl who’d tried to kiss me a few weeks ago eyeing me in the corner of the gym.
“Why are you following me?”
The girl's cheeks redden as she looks between me and the window in front of her. “Someone paid me to.”
Paid? Like prostitution paid? Like paid to stalk me, paid?
I blink at her trying to understand what she meant, but I can’t. Why would someone pay her to stalk me?
“Yeah, it was some redhead…Listen, I’m sorry. I had no idea you had a girlfriend, I’ll—”
Redhead? Who in the world…
Grabbing her wrist gently, my brows furrow. “What the hell do you mean someonepaidyou?”
The girl gulps, her eyes darting from me to the wall, “Listen…I didn’t think it would be this serious. The girl who paid me didn’t tell me her name, besides it’s over…I won’t try this everagain.”
“See,” I chuckle humorlessly, “that’s not gonna cut it with me. Who paid you?”
“I-I don’t know. It was just a hundred dollars, I’ll give it to you right now.”
Raising a hand, I silence her. “I don’t want your fucking money. Leave me and my girlfriend out of whatever sick game you’re playing. Just back off.” I leave her there, her jaw agape, and turn on my heel back to the guys.
Who could possibly want to harm our relationship?
A few hours later, I find myself running through drills and playing with the rest of the team. Coach has been working our asses off all day, and for good reason.
We need to win.
Summerfield University births legends, especially on the men’s hockey team.
Losing isn’t an option.
About ten minutes ago, Coach left Blake and I in charge, telling us to finish running a new play we’d been working on. Our newer guys are strategic, but they lack connection with one another. Between Blake and the rest of the first line, we can communicate with one another effortlessly.
I don’t know if it’s a product of us working together for years or because of team bonding on campus, but our line is solid.
It’s the other lines that need help.
I’m skating up to one of our freshmen, Mark, when I hear one of the twins on the team, Jonah, speaking about the coach's "other daughter".
I halt in my stride towards Mark and turn to face Blaise and Jonah.
