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If it's one thing I can understand, it’s sports rivalries. You don’t even need a reason.
Mrs. Sexton pats her back and smiles. How she’s still sitting there calmly, I don’t know. Coach too. Although he’s had some moments where I thought he was going to storm onto the ice and give the refs hell. They excuse themselves to go speak to someone a couple of aisles over, telling us to stay out of trouble before they move through the crowd.
Munching my popcorn, I watch the activity on the ice. The mascot, a giant flame, skates in front of the Zamboni, tossing shirts over the glass and acting like the driver is going to run him down. I’ve never seen a college sport get as much hype as this. I mean, this is the kind of stuff you see at pro games, not that I’ve seen any of those, really. It all just seems crazy. Beside me, my cousin groans. I look over, startled. “You okay?”
“Don’t look now, but here comes Whore-a.”
“Oh my god, you have got to stop calling her that. I’m going to slip and say it in front of her.”
We laugh at the thought, the twins casting curious glances our way. “I’ll tell you later,” Rae says just as the pretty girl with the killer voice comes and stands in front of us.
“Raegan, you actually look like a girl today!” she says in a condescendingly sweet tone.
What the hell? I glance over to see if my cousin is going to set this chick straight. Face flat of any emotion, she says, “Not everyone has to wear their baby sister’s clothes and clown makeup to get noticed, Nora.” Nice, Rae.
Nora glares at her and then sets her beady-ass eyes on me. “You’re new.” That’s it. Not a hello or a welcome or an anything even remotely friendly.
“Aren’t you astute?” I can tell she has no idea what the hell the word means.
“Levi invited her,” Millie adds.
Nothing like hitting the girl when she’s down and still trying to figure out what I just said to her.
I’m just about to correct Millie when Nora scoffs. “Her? I doubt it.” Flipping her silky hair over her shoulder, she looks down her narrow nose at me. “He sure didn’t mention you when I was with him last night,” Nora says smugly.
“Oh, so you’re the class act who left hickeys all over his neck.”
“Gotta do what you gotta do to let everyone know he’s not available,” she says it so smugly, like it’s something to be proud of.
“If you have to mark up your man to keep him from fucking around on you, you can have him.”
“He’s not my man.” She sneers, digging herself a deeper hole for me to take advantage of. I’m guessing she didn’t think about that before she said it.
I tilt my head and give her a questioning look. “Ohhhhhh, I get it. You want him to be, but he won’t, so you have to stake a claim any way you can and hope that it will at least slow him down from sleeping with other girls.” I nod like it all makes perfect sense. She’s seething. I lean in, my face pulled into a fake grimace, “Just a heads-up, it won’t slow him down.”
Before Nora can come up with a response, which I would have loved to hear, Coach and his wife come back to their seats, and the guys start to file back onto the ice and get into place for the puck drop. “Better go take a seat, the game’s about to start again,” I say sweetly.
“Take several.” My cousin calls after Nora as she storms off in a huff. I can’t help but laugh.
“God, she’s awful.” That’s met with head nods from not only the twins and Raegan but also Mr. and Mrs. Sexton. Seems like nobody’s a fan of Whore-a. Well, except for Levi, but that doesn’t surprise me in the least. Takes one to know one, I guess.
Just as I’m thinking that, the man himself is thrown into the glass right in front of me. The whistle blows, and Levi looks up at the exact moment I instinctively put a hand to the swaying barrier. It looks as if I’m reaching out to touch him, make sure he’s all right. I’m so not, but of course he catches it and winks at me before skating off after the puck. He’s lighting the lamp, which I learned means scoring, before I can even snatch my hand away from the glass.
The crowd erupts around me, everyone on their feet except for me. This time when Levi glides by to tap his dad's fist through the glass, he blows me a kiss and I think the whole thing between them is a whole lot less sweet.
Chapter 6
Levi
Fresh from the shower, I walk into my bedroom, rubbing a towel over my head and across my chest before draping it around my neck. I go over to my desk where my phone is pinging and pick it up.
860-555-1212: I need to borrow a book
Levi: Who is this?
I’m pretty sure I know who it is. I don’t get too many texts from people asking me for books.
860-555-1212: Saffie
