Page 20 of Break Point
“I’m turning in,” he says, walking away at a worm’s pace. “And I’d suggest you watch that tape before going to bed. That’ll make things easier tomorrow … for both of us.”
“Sure, Coach.” Not that I’d be able to sleep without watching the tape anyway. He doesn’t need to remind me. This whole coach thing is going to be a nightmare.
“It was nice seeing you guys again,” Henry says over his shoulder with a smile. I’m sure he means Robbie and Gemma. He jerks his chin at me. “And I’ll see you downstairs tomorrow at seven a.m. for practice.”
Henry carries his boxes inside my parents’ room, rolls in the couple of suitcases he brought with him, and before shutting the door behind him, he says, “Oh, and Bells?”
“Mm?”
“The ball was out.” He shuts the door and I jump reactively from my seat to go after him, to tell him he’s wrong and I’m right. But Gemma runs her arms around my waist and pulls me back on the couch before I do anything stupid.
My ears feel hot and I’m sure there’s smoke coming out of them.
“B, look at me.” Gemma grabs my hands to calm me down like she’s done countless times in the past. “It’s not worth it.”
Robbie is smart enough to keep quiet. He sets his empty bottle of beer on the coffee table and glances at Gemma’s cleavage. Again.
“Oye,¿ya párale, no?”?4 I’m not in the mood to keep entertaining his wandering gaze.
“What?” Robbie laughs nervously, knowing exactly what I’m talking about.
“You’ve never seen a pair of tits before?” Gemma asks bluntly. She noticed it, of course.
“I’ve seen plenty,” he says, eyebrow raised, the smile gone.
“Doesn’t look like it to me,” she fires back with a chuckle.
I raise my hand and she high-fives me. He rolls his eyes like we’re not worth thecomeback.
Gemma and I burst into laughter.
“What do you want me to say, Cho? You didn’t look likethisthe last time I saw you. You didn’t have to do that, by the way.”
“Do what, exactly?” Gemma retorts with a grimace.
“Get your boobs done, or whatever.”
“In your defense, Robbie,” I cut in, “I thought the same thing.”
“I did not get my boobs done!” Gemma says in a high-pitched tone, giving his shoulder a light shove. “And as I told Belén before you got here, they blossomed over the summer. No silicone here,amigo. My grandma on my mom’s side has huge boobs. Seems like I won the genetic lottery.”
“Can you not say that word?” he grunts, laughing as he grabs his glasses from the table and puts them on. He stands and heads toward his room off the living room.
“You’re the one who can’t stop looking at them,” she calls after him.
“Guys can be real creeps, Gemms,” he mutters, opening his door. “You don’t have to give them a front-row seat.”
“Oh, shut up!” I cut in.
“I’ll wear whatever the hell I want,” Gemma fires back. “And I can take care of myself. But thanks for the unsolicited advice, Rob.”
She usually moves around with her “driver,” Vladimir, but we all know he’s her bodyguard. The guy’s massive and terrifying. She’s good.
“You’ve had those for like a week,” he says, quieter. “You don’t get what it’s like out there yet.”
“Oh, thanks, Rob. Let me know when you grow a pair, and we can compare notes.”
“That’s not—” Robbie snorts. “Whatever.”
