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“Yeah, like Jenna Jarvis’ pussy,” Asher snickered, and I shot him a disgusted look. “What?” He pouted.

“You’re a pig.”

“Naw, baby, I’m a Raider and we know how to ride real damn—”

“Let’s get out of here already, I’m fucking bored.” Cameron started walking away. Asher blew Flick a kiss before taking off after his friend, but Jason hovered. His eyes still trained right on me.

“What?” I barked.

Without another word, he shook his head and went after them.

“And you want to embrace that?” I said incredulously, dropping back down on the bench.

“I didn’t… I’m not… God, you’re right,” Flick said, her cheeks still pink. But as I watched her watching the three of them stalk off toward Asher’s car, laughing and joking, I realized she did want that. She wanted to go to their stupid party and get drunk and make out with some random guy. Maybe even make out with one of them. I suppressed a shudder.

I’d been so consumed with the rivalry between me and Jason, the endless war, and hating on the football team, that I’d failed to see what was right in front of me.

Flick humored me.

All this time I thought we were the same. I thought we shared a mutual hatred of all things school spirit and Rixon Raiders.

But she didn’t, not really.

She pretended.

And she did it for me.

Cameron

“Is it me or did Felicity Giles get hot this year? Those fucking ugly overalls don’t usu

ally do it for me, but on her they look—”

“First Hailee, now Felicity?” Jase jeered. “Next thing, you’ll be joining band and wearing one of those fucking awful sweaters.” His brows quirked up as he shot Asher a pointed look through the rear-view mirror.

“I’m not saying I’d bang that, but you can’t deny they both have that geeky hot girl thing working for them.”

His words made my chest tighten and I rubbed the heel of my palm against my leg. Hailee wasn’t geeky, she was… Hailee. Unapologetically herself. Always had been.

“Can we please not talk about her anymore?” Jase groaned. “I just want to get fucked up, find some bendy gymnast to fuck, and forget all about Hailee fucking Raine and her mother.” His lips pursed, the blood draining from his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel.

Just then Asher’s cell pinged. “Oh shit,” he said, and I glanced back. “Thatcher just tweeted throwing some serious shade our way.”

“Let me see that.” Jase’s tone was cold as he reached his hand back waiting for Asher to hand it over. “Motherfucker,” he breathed, tossing me the phone.

* * *

@ThatcherQB1: Rixon East are ready to rumble with RHS this year. Raiders gonna run scared after the Eagles are finished with them #Eaglesforthewin #Raiderscansuckit

* * *

“He’s gunning for blood,” Asher said.

“He’s all talk.” Jase brushed him off, but I saw the tic in his jaw. There was no love lost between Lewis Thatcher and my best friend. They’d come through Pee Wee together, their rivalry only growing over time. Things had finally come to a head last year, when Thatcher’s sister Aimee got involved. And the whole thing had blown up.

“We’re stronger on paper and on the field,” he added, arrogance rolling off him.

“No doubt,” it was barely a grunt from the backseat. But then Asher shoved his face between the two front seats. “They’re our third game, right?”

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