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“Yeah. Are you and Wendy official yet?”
He nods. “Yeah, I figured it was the right move since we are always hooking up.” He shrugs his shoulders. “It just made sense. Now we can go out and double date. No drama or worries except football and what college we decide to attend.”
“I agree, brother. Ready to kick ass tonight?” I grab my helmet. “I can’t wait to sack Johnson’s ass.”
“Hell yeah!” he shouts, giving me a grin.
We head out onto the field with the band playing and people cheering in excitement for tonight’s game. Spencer Public is our rival school. They think they could kick our asses because we have money and can’t play ball. But every time since we have played them since freshman year, we kicked their asses and won. Not by much because Johnson is a good quarterback. I got to give the kid his respect as an athlete, but we have a better O-line and Spencer Academy has me on the field and I don’t forgive or back down.
The guys run ahead of me and I’m walking by the bleachers when I see Johnson kissing a cheerleader and he freezes looking behind her pulling away from her. My eyes follow his line of vision and my hand grips my helmet so hard my knuckles turn white.
Aura is frozen in place staring at Marcus Johnson with an expression of hurt crossing her features. Exie Turner from school quickly grips her hand in what appears to be a form of comfort. Exie is always chatting animatedly at lunch with Aura, and they seem to become fast friends since she obviously brought Aura to the game. I had no idea she would be here and I never pegged her to be a football fan but the way she is looking at Johnson has me curious.
“Aura,” Johnson calls out. The girl he was making out with quickly turns around with a knowing smirk on her face aimed at Aura’s retreating back as she walks away with Exie in tow.
“Aura. I’m sorry,” he pleads. “Let me explain.”
“There is nothing to explain. I get it. Just… leave me alone,” Aura says loud enough in a shaky voice as she disappears to sit in the bleachers.
I watch as his other teammates walk up to him. “Damn, Marcus. I thought she moved far away, and you told her about you and Melissa.” Mitchell says.
“Yeah, dude. That was messed up. She just lost her parents, and you did her like that.”
“I didn’t…” Marcus trails off.
“Guess I’ll give her a call and be the shoulder she needs to cry on. She isn’t your girl anymore, and she obviously didn’t move that far away,” another one by the name of Tatum on his jersey says, that has me seeing red.
Marcus whips his head in his direction and grips his jersey into a fist. “Go near her and I’ll kill you,” he says through clenched teeth with a murderous rage taking over his features. “She isn’t like that. Stay away from her.”
The dick head raises his hands up. “Alright, chill Marcus.”
Having heard enough putting two and two together, Marcus Johnson was Aura’s so-called boyfriend. He quickly ghosted her after her parents died and she moved into my house. The irony.
Now I have a better reason to kick his ass on the field. He obviously has some type of feelings for her but not enough that would prevent him from being a two-timing bastard. Here I thought I was an asshole. I don’t know why it bothers me and I shouldn’t care because it is not my problem but there is something about Aura that brings out the protector in me.
Walking by them before my coach goes haywire wondering why I’m not out there with my team, I say, “Yo, Johnson.”
He glares at me once he sees that I’m calling him out with a sarcastic grin on my face.
“What the fuck do you want, St. Claire? You ready to get your ass handed to you?”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “We both know that isn’t going to happen. I’ll have you running up and down the field like a little bitch. Don’t worry, you’ll taste defeat soon enough. You could never see what is right in front of you until it’s too late.”
“Yeah, we’ll see.”
“I think you just proved it,” I counter, walking by him.
He raises a brow with a smirk and his teammates look at me curiously, watching the exchange.
“Oh yeah, how is that?” he asks, sarcastically.
He is either dumb and not smart at all or he just didn’t realize I watched and heard the whole thing go down with that cheerleader and him hurting Aura. He shouldn’t have treated her like that and I know I haven’t been nice to her since she set foot in my house. But someone needs to put this idiot in his place.
I stop and turn my head with a sardonic smirk and say, “You know how the saying goes, fuck over a good girl and it’s the bitch you’re left with.”
He storms toward the field angry and I grin, satisfied I got under his skin. If he only knew what he just did and where his now ex-girlfriend sleeps at night. When I sit on the bench next to Cason, he watches me lost in thought.
“What’s up, St. Claire? I saw you talking smack to Johnson. I didn’t hear exactly but watching him storm off, it must have gone well,” he says with a chortle.
