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“Is that why Levi threw a party out of nowhere yesterday?”
“Perhaps.” He pauses. “He ignored you, didn’t he?”
I thin my lips in a line, refusing to admit how much that hurts.
Aiden’s gaze gets lost in the opposite direction. It’s the first time I see his gunmetal eyes project anything but the deadly indifference.
As if a demon possessed him, his eyes darken until they become frighteningly black.
I glance behind me to see who’s the victim of the young King’s wrath.
My lips part when I make out Kimberly. The same chubby girl who educated me on football during the other game. We came to sit together in most home games.
She glances at me and smiles tentatively, waving. I wave back. Kimberly interlinks her arm in a taller blonde’s.
Aiden is glaring at the blonde girl, and she’s glaring right back without blinking.
Being tiny, the first thing I notice about her is the long legs that go
for miles — okay, that was a bit overdramatic. But they’re so toned like she’s an athlete.
Kimberly’s friend has light skin and electric blue eyes that shine with malice the more she throws daggers in Aiden’s direction.
She has some balls to glare at Aiden this openly. He’s a scary little shit that always gives me serial killers vibe.
“Do you want to try something?” he asks without breaking eye contact from the blonde.
“Try what?” I ask, confused.
“About Lev.”
“What is it?”
He flings an arm around my shoulder and pulls me to his side. “You’ll find out.”
The blonde breaks eye contact and takes the first turn around the corner with Kimberly.
Aiden continues watching her even after she completely disappears.
His lips curve in a sadistic smirk before he faces me. “Let me test something about Lev.”
I point at his arm. “Does that include you holding my shoulder.”
He nods. “I would say trust me, but I know you won’t.”
At least he knows that.
A few minutes later, I’m sitting on the bench, watching the practice with Aiden by my side.
I think about shoving his arm away, but his theory about a test stops me.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in practice?” I ask.
“I need rest after a minor injury.” He tips his head at a passing player.
Me, on the other hand? I keep watching for Levi to come out of the locker room.
Everyone is on the field — including Dan. He furrows his eyebrows at me as if asking ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ I don’t know myself, but if anyone will force Levi’s hand then it can only be Aiden.
