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“You made it official with Sarah, huh?” Brian asks.
We’re changing in the locker room before tonight’s game at Spencer Public High School. I place my jersey over my gear, and I’m still on the fence about making it official with Sarah.
It feels like a mistake, and I don’t know why. We’ve been hooking up off and on since freshman year, and I didn’t want any drama during my last year in high school sleeping with different girls. How long will my relationship last with Sarah? I have no idea.
She is pretty and attractive, but I’m not in love with her. Her attitude keeps getting worse, and I’m not sure what will happen when I go to college. I haven’t thought that far yet.
“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 High is our rival school. They think they could kick our asses because we have money and can’t play ball. But every time we have played them since freshman year, we’ve kicked their asses and won. Not by much because Johnson is a good quarterback—I have to give the guy respect as an athlete—but we have a better O-line, and Spencer Academy has me on the field.
The guys run ahead of me, and I’m walking by the bleachers when I see Johnson kissing a cheerleader. He freezes, looking behind her and pulling away. My eyes follow his line of sight, and my hand grips my helmet so hard my knuckles turn white.
Aura is frozen in place, staring at Marcus Johnson, hurt crossing her features. Exie Turner 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 have become fast friends since she obviously brought Aura to the game. I had no idea she would be here. 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, running after her. “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 when he stops in the walkway. “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 looks torn.
“Guess I’ll give her a call and be the shoulder she needs to cry on,” Tatum says, making me see red.
Marcus whirls around 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 dickhead raises his hands. “Alright, chill, Marcus.”
So Marcus Johnson was Aura’s so-called boyfriend, but 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 feelings for her, but not enough to prevent him from being a two-timing bastard. Here I thought I was an asshole. I shouldn’t care because it is not my problem, but something about Aura 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 shout, “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. “I’ll have you running away on 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.
