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No, she bleeding well hadn’t been. If at any point Bella had been truly worried about me, she would have asked me something other than Are you ready to meet up? or Hurry up, I’m horny in the bazillion texts she’d sent me. She wouldn’t have fucked me over the way she had with one of my teammates.
“I bet,” I drawled, hearing the sarcasm in my own voice.
Now, I got that at no point during the time Bella and I had been messing around had we ever been anything remotely serious, but I still felt betrayed by the Cormac thing. In my eyes, it was shady as fuck on both their parts, and I would never go off with one of her friends. I had enough respect for her to show her that decency.
Obviously, Bella didn’t have the same level of respect for me.
I glanced over her shoulder toward the door and then at my watch before asking, “Did you need anything else? I have to talk to Coach about a game.”
“Oh yeah,” she sighed. “You have the playoff match coming up, don’t you?”
I nodded stiffly.
Unfortunately, because we had lost a couple of matches earlier in the season, and Royce College from Dublin had won their game last week, it brought them level in points with us and put us in joint second place in the league behind Levitt. It was an unexpected turn of events and a pain in the arse because Royce should have lost their last game, which would have made life easier for us, considering the final had already been organized between Levitt and Tommen.
Their win had thrown a spanner in the works for Tommen because Royce was an awkward fucking bunch and was refusing to allow the playoff to be held in Cork. We’d traveled for the last three league games so it was our turn to play at home, but they weren’t having it. Already, they had pulled out of two other proposed dates for the playoff—one in Cork and one in Dublin.
They were contesting everything from the time of kickoff to the day of the week the match should be held, to the color of the away jerseys. Switching days, pulling matches forward, and changing venues were all within Royce’s right, but it was a scummy thing to do and few schools ever behaved that way.
The coach at Royce was being difficult, arguing on where the match should be held, and cribbing and grousing over the fairness of Tommen’s team having an international player on the squad. Tommen was my school and Coach was well within his rights to play me. But I would have been Royce’s international player had my folks stayed in Dublin, and that was the real issue here.
Because of this, Coach wanted to talk to me pronto. He wanted to go through my upcoming schedule because he needed to agree to a date. We were breaking from school next Friday for Easter holidays so this needed to happen sooner rather than later.
I had the summer campaign to focus on and scouts to impress, so April and May wouldn’t work for me. Royce’s coach knew this, too, which was why we were at a standstill.
I might find the school league boring and unchallenging, but I fucking hated sore losers. With that in mind, I had plans of burying Royce College at the earliest convenience.
“When are you guys playing them?” Bella asked.
“As soon as possible.”
“You’re going to be playing against your old teammates and friends, aren’t you?” she asked. “You were supposed to go to Royce, weren’t you?”
“I’m here now, aren’t I?” I drawled.
“Are you worried about playing your old friends?”
Yes.
“No.”
“So you’re ready for it?”
I stared blankly at her. “I’m always ready.”
“I know you are,” she purred, tone flirtatious.
Ugh.
Shaking my head, I turned to leave but she spoke again.
“I also wanted to talk to you about something else,” she added, taking a step closer.
“Oh?” I stepped back. “What’s that?”
“Us, Johnny,” she purred, batting her big blue eyes up at me.
“There is no us, Bella,” I replied, frowning. “There never was.”
