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And I can’t bring myself to regret it.
Not this time or the next. Not even when I wake up early the next morning to find he’s already gone but left his shirt behind with a note telling me it’s mine to keep until he replaces the other.
At least he left a note. I’ll give him that.
DEAN
My muscles ache, and the burn feels so fucking good. My heart’s racing and I can faintly taste the blood from the cut on my lip.
I live for this shit.
My pops used to watch rugby. I don’t have many fond memories of him since he was sick for so long but as I stand in my position, cracking each knuckle one by one and waiting for the signal, I remember how I used to sit cross-legged only inches from the screen when we’d watch television together. I can still smell the beer Pops always had next to him during a game. I can still hear him cheering them on. And the second I can, I rush forward, crashing my skull into Kev’s shoulder and digging my hands between his chest and the ball.
My teeth are clenched; my heart isn’t fucking moving. Nothing is.
All that matters is that I get possession. My shoulder knocks hard against Kev’s and he’s thrown backward. As I fall forward, I rip the ball out of his hands and quickly throw it to Daniel. Fast possession, fast plays.
I tumble downward and don’t even try to brace myself. My shoulder cracks as it meets the ground and the wind is knocked from me.
Before I can even get up, Kev’s shoving me back down to the ground, nearly trampling me to get to the action. Fucker steps on my hand, grinding it into the dirt. Fuck!
My eyes narrow as my breath comes back to me. I almost grab his ankle and yank it toward me, just to see his scrawny ass bust his mouth on the way down. But I bite back the anger. It’s not what I need. It’s not good for me.
A whistle goes off and Brant, the third player on our side, pats my back as I stand up, brushing the soil from a scratch on my arm. His hand thumps my back as he says something I can’t make out over the ringing in my ears. I focus on counting in my head.
Counting all the times I’ve lost control. All the times I’ve let my anger get the better of me.
All the shit it’s brought me. Several broken noses, although I’ve only had one myself. It’s one thing to pop off and pick fights because I’m bored, or because I’m angry, or even because I’m fucking lost. It’s another thing entirely to let it control me. To fall back on it. I know this, I’ve been over this shit with Dr. Robinson, but I’ll be damned if it helps me as much as getting locked up did.
I can hear the guys rallying up again as the white noise and ringing slowly fades.
All I’m concentrating on is my rage, taming it. Keeping it in. After all, it’s Kev’s uncle who helped me out. He’s friends with the judge who agreed to the terms of my probation and beating the shit out of his nephew isn’t the best way to pay him back.
“Fuck yeah, man!” I hear Daniel yell in a deep voice before throwing the ball down on the ground in front of me and jumping on my side, wrapping his arms around my neck and thrusting his hips once before jumping off.
“Whoo!” he calls out, clearly pleased with himself and the team. The smile stretches slowly across my face as I watch as him celebrate with Brant.
“Go, team!” I hear her soft feminine voice shouting and cheering before I see her.
Hard to believe that sweet voice could come from such a sinful mouth. I can’t help but to look over at her; Allie’s in the back of the bleachers this time, clapping her hands and blending in with the small crowd. Well she’s trying to, but a woman like that wasn’t meant to blend in. It’s not even so much a crowd as it is a group of kids killing time before class. It doesn’t look like any of them are paying attention.
She smiles brightly when I catch her gaze. I wasn’t sure if I’d see her today or not. Everything I did yesterday morning was deliberate.
Leaving my shirt—it was an excuse to seek her out in case she doesn’t come back to me.
Not leaving my number—so she can’t snub me and leave me hanging. I got her number from her phone before leaving, though. I didn’t say I play fair.
And taking off before she woke up—to make her want the chase this time.
Yesterday came and went easily enough. I thought about her ass and almost texted her. I’d feel pathetic about how she’s got me wrapped around her little finger if she wasn’t sitting in the bleachers right now.
She came because she wants to see me. Plain and simple.
And I fucking love that.
My little Allie Cat may think that was a one-time thing, but I’m not even close to having my fill yet. She’s a girl I can play with and I can already feel the excitement in my blood at what I’m going to do to her.
“Lookee, lookee,” I hear Kevin say as we huddle up. When I look to my left at him, his eyes are on her. “You got yourself a fan, bro,” he tells me and wraps his arm around me. Today we’re on opposite sides, mixing it up for fun.
