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Spoiler alert. I can be a dick.
“Why not?” I raise an eyebrow. “She was my girlfriend first, remember?”
Pretend girlfriend. The reason was to get back at Aiden for comforting Kimberly like a doting arsehole. Let’s just say the relationship lasted for a minute, and Aiden ended it with a fist to my face.
It was the first time he got violent, and I enjoyed every second of it.
“Fuck you, Knight.” He smirks. “You don’t get the privilege to have me beat your arse again. Try again in ten years.”
There went my plan.
“And stop fighting in those shady neighbourhoods. It won’t be long before Nash knows, and if he does, Coach will, too.”
“Aww, I’m touched.” I place a hand on my chest. “Your words just hit me right in the feels, mate.”
He continues staring at me with a blank expression, the way cats watch their stupid owners. At least, that’s how our cat used to watch us when I was a child.
Aiden has an impeccable poker face; it’s impossible to see past it or through it. I’m surprised he can see with it himself. His dark grey eyes are unfeeling and cold. While the girls find him attractive, they usually stay away because of his closed-off attitude and ‘fuck off before I kill you and your family’ aura.
The only person he shows a human side in front of is Elsa. Even that part of him is dark, but she’s also crazy since she kind of accepts the psycho the way he is.
“Fine.” I sigh when he keeps glaring. “I’ll be careful.”
“You know I hate repeating myself. I said to stop it, not to be careful. If Nash focuses on your sorry arse for a fraction of a second, he’ll figure you all out.”
“I didn’t know you loved me so much, King.” I tap my chest again. “My heart is about to explode.”
“You must be so lonely.” He shakes his head. “I’d pity you if I knew how.”
“Fuck you, King.”
“Stay out of trouble. I don’t and won’t be the only striker in the formation.”
Ah. There it is. The actual reason why he’s throwing lovey-dovey shit all around. It’s not that he’s worried about me, it’s that he doesn’t want to be stuck as the only striker.
Pretty sure he’d quit Elites altogether if the situation somehow ended up going in that direction.
I waggle an eyebrow. “Then maybe I should have Nash figure it out, huh?”
“Are you ready to add your father to that mix of people?” He dusts off my hoodie as if there’s something stuck in there. “How is Lewis’s campaign going?”
“Wonderful, thanks for asking,” I say with a grin, even though I want to punch him in the fucking face.
“If you punch, I’ll punch, Knight.” He shakes his head with mock sympathy. “I’d hate to break that nose when you have so many pictures to take for the election campaign.”
He steps back as I fist a hand to my side. I’m definitely going to a fight tonight. Fuck Aiden and Cole, fuck Coach and Dad. Fuck everyone, basically.
Fistfights are the only thing that allow me to blow off steam, and I need to do that so I don’t blow up from pent-up frustration.
Aiden sniffles me like some dog. “Try the icy mint next time.”
“What are you, my mother?”
“You must really be lonely if you want me to be your mother.” He shakes his head with a mocking edge. “I’ll hit you up when I consider adoption.”
“Dick.”
“At least I use mine. Yours is filing a lawsuit for human rights violation.”
