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“Then shit, you’re nuts. I’d never work that hard for pussy.”
He’s got to be the dumbest idiot I’ve ever met. I played with him on my travel team, and I’ve never really liked him. He’s a dick and almost always has something dumb to say. The best th
ing to do is ignore him, but apparently, Jace doesn’t know that.
“He isn’t trying to fuck her, asshole. He’s trying to show her he’s the best, and in my opinion, he is,” Jace says. “You couldn’t hold a candle to Jayden, and if he wanted to fuck her, he could. That’s why you’re always trying to mess with him. Why don’t you just shut the fuck up?”
“Your brother couldn’t fuck a sheep, you little puss,” McCarthy spits back, and I really don’t want to move but I know I have to.
Sitting up, I look up at McCarthy, ready to tear into him, but before I can say anything, Coach calls out, “Sinclair, can I see you in my office?”
Jace points to himself. “Me or him?”
Coach points to me though. “Him.”
I stand then. Do I leave or do I tell him to wait? Fuck. “Yes, sir.”
He turns, heading back into his office. Opening the shower door, I say, “Princess Baylor, can you hurry up? Coach wants me.”
“No one is telling you to stand there,” she calls back.
She makes it very difficult to be nice.
Swallowing my retort, I say, “Hurry up.” I then slam the door shut to show her I mean business and say to Jace, “Can you watch this door?”
He nods. “Yeah, no problem.”
Looking over at McCarthy, I say, “You step near this door, I’ll murder you with my bare hands.”
He scoffs in his defiant little bitch way and says, “Yeah, sure.”
Glaring, I head back to Coach’s office, and as I enter, I look back to see Baylor coming out of the bathroom. She looks at me and glares, which is nothing new, but at least she is done. I push the door open and meet the same pair of eyes; while the others annoyed me, these kind of set me on edge.
“Have a seat,” Coach says, and I do as he asks. He glances up at me and asks, “Why are you still in your gear?”
“I was too tired to take it off.”
He smiles. “She’ll run you into the ground.”
In more ways than one, I think, but I say, “I’m noticing that.”
He grins. “She’s actually the reason I brought you in here.”
When he says that, my stomach does a weird twisting thing and I’m holding my breath. I fully expect him to tell me that our fighting needs to stop, that I’m being a dick to her or something, but instead he asks, “Are you attracted to my daughter?”
Confused, I sputter, “What?”
His grin grows. “Are you attracted to Baylor?”
Do I lie? Or do I tell the truth?
Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I say, “When she is not screaming at me or trying to take the captain spot I want, yeah. I mean, she isn’t an ugly girl. She’s very pretty.”
He nods, looking down at his desk as he fights back a grin. “You two can’t seem to get along.”
You have no idea.
“Yeah, I agree.”
