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Does that mean fuckboy has depths?
“Jett.”
Jackson’s voice breaks me out of my weird headspace.
“Sorry.”
“Free kick for the Cougars, remember? We gotta line up.”
I follow my teammate as we line up and form a wall in front of our net. Dane is at the sideline, waiting for Josiah to give the signal.
When the whistle blows, Dane lets loose, and the ball flies high.
The game isn’t over yet.
CHAPTER 4
ETHAN
Thanks to Dane we’re tied 1–1, and I’m ecstatic. But there’s still twenty minutes of play left to go. Unlike hockey, where I get in the zone and stay there, my concentration today is fucked.
And it’s all Jett’s fault.
I’ve got too much adrenaline pumping through my veins after telling that dickhead ex of his to get lost. I’m an easygoing guy, but when Renner insulted Jett, when he grabbed him and wouldn’t let go, I wanted to ram my fist into that smug face. Which is kind of fucked up because since when do I care about getting involved in other people’s business? Still, Renner crossed a line. Even if Jett and I can’t stand each other, touching someone without their consent isn’t okay.
“Ethan!” Jace calls out. “On your right!”
I whirl around to find Jett whizzing by me like a flash, and he’s so quick I nearly miss him. He’s gunning for another goal, but I can’t let that happen. He’s onto me, and as soon as I get near him, he kicks the ball to Hudson. Back and forth, they pass the ball between them as though they’ve been playing soccer for years. Dane and Axel get aggressive and surround the duo, but Jett’s footwork makes him a speeddemon. He takes possession again, and somehow bolts past all three of us like a road runner.
Not one to be outdone, I push it as fast as I can and don’t let up.
“You can’t get past me,” I gloat.
“Fuck off,” Jett grunts and tries to pivot.
This time, however, the collision isn’t an accident, and suddenly we’re tussling like a couple of wrestlers. I forget all about the damn ball—the whole fucking point—until I hear Josiah’s dreaded whistle and realize I’ve been an idiot.
“Holding, Ethan!”
“Me?” I shout. “What about Jett? He grabbed my shirt.”
“Did not.”
Jett gives me a smirk as he wipes the sweat from his brow.
I offer him a rude gesture and turn to Josiah.
“Come on, Jo! If I get a penalty, he should too!”
Josiah shakes his head, and I’m so frustrated that I kick the grass until a big chunk of earth goes flying in the air and hits Dane square in the chest. My captain gives me a warning look I know all too well, so I hold up my hands and mouth “sorry.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter.
“Like I said earlier, you’re so damn easy.”
Jett licks his lips, and I can’t for the life of me stop staring at him.
“Huh?”
