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“A private party to congratulate you on maintaining the honor roll while achieving such an amazing high school football career.”
“Why is this being done withOle Missthough?”
“They’re my alma mater, so they just offered this.” He smiles. “Don’t question it.”
“I told you I’m going to the University of Alabama.”
“There’s nothing wrong with making the Roll Tide guys sweat a little,” he says. “Plus, Ole Miss has one hell of an offer that you could at least consider.”
“How much did they pay you to make me come here?”
“Nothing, son. I’m hurt that you would even think that about me.”
“How fucking much?”
“I saidnothing.” He hisses through his teeth. Then he links his arm in mine and leads me into a hallway.
“Look, just smile while you’re here and have a piece of cake. Shake a few hands with the athletic department executives, and then you can leave.”
“I’m leavingnow.”
“They gave me five thousand dollars guaranteed, but they’ll give me twenty if I can convince you to come take a tour and speak to the coach during a sponsored weekend trip.”
“Bullshit.” I push his arm away.“You’ve lost way more than that during a gambling weekend, so there’s no way you sold me out for that amount.”
“It’s true, son.” He pulls out a mini bottle of hand sanitizer and takes a sip. “This is just vitamin water.”
Right…
“Can we go back out to the party now, Easton?”
“No,” I say. “I don’t believe you’re telling you the truth.
“I really am.” The look in his eyes tells me that he’s lying his ass off.
The door opens, and Tully steps between us wearing an Ole Miss t-shirt and matching sweatpants.
“Is everything alright in here?” she asks.“People are starting to talk.”
“You knew about this, Tully?” I look at her.
“Yeah, I figured the extra content would be good for our account and make Alabama invite us back to woo us some more.” She’s delusional. “You looked totally surprised when you say the banner, so we won’t need to edit anything.”
“Tell Ole Miss to fuck off,” I say to them, stepping back. “I’m not interested and I’llneverbe interested.”
* * *
I stormup the steps and slam my bedroom door shut. I don’t want to talk to anyone for the rest of the fucking weekend.
Opening my drawers, I rummage around for my boxing gloves so I can hit something for the rest of the night.
I manage to find one of them before a faint sound outside catches my attention.
Plink! Plink! Plink!
I walk over to my window and see Scarlett standing in my backyard with a hand full of rocks.
Teary-eyed, she stares at me for several seconds before throwing another.
