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“Heard your boyfriend got kicked off the team,” she says with a knowing grin. “It’s a real shame the coach was let in on his little secret,” she adds, letting me know that it was her who came forward and spilled about the Underground.
“Yeah,” I say. “It was a shame. But you know what, leaving the Dragons was the best thing to ever happen to him,” I smile as I look over her shoulder. “I mean, can’t you see how happy we are?”
Her face drops and anger quickly takes over. She lets out a huff, throws her drink all over me, and turns to storm off. I let out a gasp as the cold liquid drips all over my body, but Zara doesn’t plan on letting her get away with it. She grabs a fistful of her oily hair and yanks her back. “What the fuck is your problem, bitch?” Zara demands, releasing her.
“My fucking problem is that this whore goes around acting like she’s too fucking good for the rest of us. She needed to be brought down a few notches,” Lex spits.
“Are you serious?” I ask, getting in her face. “You have a problem with me because I didn’t want to waste my time hanging out with you and getting raped by your lowlife friends? Get a fucking life, Lex,” I say. “And while you’re at it, you may as well pull your shit together, too.”
She lets out a growl, but she’s got nothing. The other girls crowd around, and seeing that I’m not an easy target anymore, she storms off. Though, at least she’s smart enough to go in a different direction to avoid getting her hair pulled again.
“What the hell was that about?” Cassie asks as she grabs a few napkins off the closest table and tries to mop up the mess.
“Not really sure, but my guess is that she’s upset I don’t want to be her bestie.”
“Are you serious?” Brianna scoffs.
“Apparently,” I smirk before the girls and I steal the keys to Micky’s apartment and head up so I can get rid of the now sticky liquid covering my body.
I quickly rinse off in the shower while the girls attempt to salvage my dress. They go hard cleaning it off, even going as far as blow-drying it before shoving the dress back over my head. Cassie and Bri stop to touch up their makeup as Zara starts going into details about her sexcapades with Aaron.
Once everyone is sorted out, we stumble our way out the door and get our asses back down to the bar, more than ready to continue the party.
I’m sitting on my man’s lap, feasting on the soft skin of his neck, while his hand begins traveling up my skirt. “Hey, man,” Jaxon says, dropping into the seat beside us with Coach Harris falling into the seat next to him, putting a stop to any funny business.
“Hey,” Xander says, slightly surprised to see Coach Harris. After all, he wasn’t at the fight, but I hardly expected him to be. It’s not like it’s his scene. He would be risking his career just being seen at a place like that.
“Xander,” Coach says with a nod of his head. “Or should I call you The Widow Maker?”
I scoff, rolling my eyes. “That shit’s over,” Xander says as his finger draws little circles on my thigh.
“Over?” Coach questions with a strange tone in his voice that makes me pay a little more attention.
“Definitely,” Xander confirms.
Coach looks at Jaxon for a brief moment and gives him a slight nod. “So, the boys and I were talking,” Jaxon starts. “Now that the Underground is over, we’d like you to finish off the season as a Dragon.”
My eyes bug out of my head, my gaze snapping to Xander’s, who looks at Jaxon like he’s gone nuts. “Are you serious?” he asks, his gaze flicking between Jaxon and Coach Harris.
“Yeah, man,” Jaxon grins.
“How is that even possible?” Xander questions, clearly very deep in thought as he tries to work it out.
“I think you’re underestimating the kind of strings I can pull, kid,” Coach Harris says with a smug tone.
“But what about the fighting?”
“Look, as far as we’re concerned, you were known as The Widow Maker in the Underground. That person no longer exists. Here, you’re Xander Phillips, a hockey player who would like to pursue a career in professional fighting next season. Nothing to draw any red flags,” Coach says.
“So, I can skate until the end of the season?” Xander clarifies, his hand frozen against my thigh.
“You know the rules, kid. Every team member needs to attend classes, and as long as there’s no illegal fighting, then I don’t have a problem with it. Though I would like to oversee the training program you’re doing at Rebels Advocate.”
“The college would let me resume my classes?”
