Julio’s expression is grim. “I know. Coach does too. But there’s not much we can do. He lost his spot, but until Jameia delivers the photos, that’s as much as we’re going to get. Not gonna lie,” he tells me. “I’m surprised you’ve managed to hold the position.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I ask, irritation lacing my voice. “Do you honestly think that asshole is a better striker than me?”
He shakes his head. “No, you asshole. Calm down.”
Mollified, I grind my teeth and let him speak.
“Holt’s parents made at least two visits to Coach’s office that I know of.”
What the hell?
Julio raises a hand, halting all of our comments. “There’s always yelling. Threats. Once there was an offer of more money,” he shrugs. “But Coach is holding his ground. For now.”
It’s the,for now, that worries me.
Grabbing my phone, I shoot Cecilia a quick text. We saw one another earlier in the day, but that was only during our classes. It’s been close to twenty-four hours since I was inside of her, and I think my dick is going through withdrawals.
Me: My place tonight?
Her response is quick.
Cecilia: Can’t.
I scowl down at her reply.
“Who pissed in your cheerios?” Felix asks, dropping down onto the seat beside me.
“What?” I glare up at him. “Go away.”
He spoons some of a Duvalín into his mouth, eyes dancing. “Nah. I think I’m good. What’s our girl saying?”
My expression darkens. “She’s not our girl,” I snap at him. She’s mine. What the hell is wrong with people these days? I’ve made it really fucking clear that when it comes to Cecilia, I’m not fucking sharing.
Felix leans back in his seat, pulling out his own phone. His fingers flutter over the screen. “You sure about that?” he asks.
The phone chimes with an incoming message, and he flashes me a grin before showing me the screen. My eyes scan both his original message and the response.
Felix: Hola pequeñita. You going to come hang out with us today?
I’m really starting to hate that fucking nickname. She’s not his little one. Cecilia isn’t his anything.
Cecilia: Can’t. We have a swim meet in Sun Valley and the team is getting a hotel for the weekend. Raincheck?
My eyes narrow, and I reach for the phone, but Felix pulls it back, fingers flying as he types out another response.
“What did you say?”
It chimes again with her response.
“What did she say?” I ask, leaning into his space.
Felix hugs his phone to his chest. “Relax,” he says. “I’m just making plans to?—”
To hell with that. Grabbing the phone from his hands, I rise to my feet. My eyes scan over the messages before Felix has a chance to steal the device back.
Felix: Suncrest U! I’m coming. I know how badly you want to see my handsome face cheering for you in the stands. And Deacon is excited to visit his home turf.
My head lifts, eyes seeking Deacon out. “You’re in on this?” I ask, waving Felix’s phone in the air.
