Page 38 of Play of Love
“Lord Jesus,” Corey cried, moving me back.
“You’d better call on Jesus because he just saved your friend,” Zelda commented.
Josh let go of my hand and released me . He then stood up on shaky legs and looked around. Zelda and Coach Simpson looked at me with shocked but amused expressions. I, however, tried to calm myself and steady my heart.
“You up for this, son?” Coach Simpson asked, resting his hand on Josh’s back.
“Yes coach.” Josh nodded and pulled in a deep breath. He looked back at me and frowned at me. I frowned back.
“My face better not be red, Kansas.” He ran his hand over his face.
His cheeks were bright red and had finger marks, too. He looked like he’d had a run in with wolves. I opened my bag and took out my touch l’eclait concealer.
“Use this, and next time don’t piss me off.” I tossed it to him and he caught it. He then walked ahead with Coach Simpson while Zelda and Corey lagged behind to talk to me.
“It seems I was wrong about you,” Zelda commented, her bright green eyes sparkled with interest.
“What do you mean?” I panicked thinking I was still doomed despite my efforts. I was completely aware that I’d just practically attacked Josh and I knew that it was a terrible thing. My skin buzzed from the anger that hadn’t rescinded.
“You’re perfect for this job. You know how to handle yourself, and it looks like you know exactly how to deal with him too. I’m totally impressed,” Zelda replied.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard that.
“Me too,” Corey stated, nodding. “We just might get him back for this season.”
I hoped so, too, because this was still only the beginning.
It was the first hurdle. I’d only just moved from square one.
