B.R.
Really? You’re going to tell me whatever I want to know?
No. I said you could ask me whatever you want. I’ll answer what I want to answer. Tomorrow. 7:00 a.m.
B.R.
I hate you.
Right back at you, sweetheart.
Why was I excited to let her interview me? I hated this shit.
But I was counting down the hours until tomorrow morning.
seven
Brinkley
My phone vibratedas I made my way toward the cove, and I glanced down to see the group chat already going.
Hugh
The football player that we are all supposed to hate has apparently hired Brinks to tell his story, and she’s yet to mention it.
Cage
Absolute bullshit. You demand we hate a guy that we’ve idolized for years, and now you’re working for him and fail to mention that?
Don’t get your panties in a twist. He hired me last night. The sun has barely come up. I haven’t had a chance to fill you in yet.
Georgia
Go Brinks. Do you still hate him?
Of course, I still hate him. He’s the devil. But I need this story, and he’s willing to tell it.
Hugh
He was also worried about her being with Breen Lockhart and came out of his way to ask me to make sure she got home safely.
Did someone give you a bottle of truth serum this morning, Loose Lips Reynolds?
Georgia
Swoon.
Hugh
Just speaking the truth, Brinks.
Finn
Damn. Hard to hate a dude who was looking out for you.
It’s all part of his game. He and Breen have a beef over a personal issue.
Cage