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He is either dumb and not smart, or he just didn’t realize I watched and heard the whole thing go down with that cheerleader and him hurting Aura. I know I haven’t been nice toher since she set foot in my house, but someone needs to put this idiot in his place.
I stop and turn my head with a sardonic smirk and say, “You know how the saying goes, fuck over a good girl, and it’s the bitch you’re left with.”
He storms toward the field, and I grin, satisfied I got under his skin. If he only knew where his now ex-girlfriend sleeps at night. When I sit on the bench next to Cason, he watches me lost in thought.
“What’s up, St. Claire? I saw you talking smack to Johnson. I didn’t hear exactly, but watching him storm off, it must have gone well,” he says with a chortle.
“Called him out on his shit and the fact that he fucked up.”
He pinches his brows slightly. “How’s that?”
I don’t want to tell him that Aura doesn’t have a boyfriend. Because that would mean she is free to date whoever she wants.
“If you want to know who Aura’s now ex-boyfriend was, now you do.”
“Who? Johnson?”
“The one and only. She just caught him with his tongue down a cheerleader’s throat.”
He shakes his head. “That fucking prick.”
“I said the same thing to myself when I found out. Now we have a reason to really kick their asses tonight. Get the team up to speed. We are going balls to the wall tonight. No exceptions.”
“Hell, yeah.”
11
AURA
“Did you see that?!” Exie says in excitement. We are sitting in the corner of the bleachers as far away as we can from the students from both schools.
I stand with my hands covering my mouth. “Oh my God.”
Kalum sacked Marcus on the field like a rag doll. Marcus takes a minute to get up.
At first, I was worried that Kalum hurt him. I don’t want to see him hurt, even if he hurt me, but it sucked to see the truth.
He moved on with Melissa, and when I saw Gina, she wouldn’t look at me. She miraculously is now on the cheer team with Melissa. The betrayal stings at how little I meant to them. Melissa never liked me and would always try to flirt with Marcus.
It is weird that I don’t feel jealous, but I do feel hurt. He was not only my boyfriend but also one of my best friends, and he would always tell me he would wait until I was ready. There were numerous times I told him he didn’t have to be with me if he felt he needed to date other people. I’m not naive to think he didn’t have needs, but he assured me he was cool with it.
It makes sense now why she was always trying to flirt with him. He was probably sleeping with her behind my back, and who knows how many other girls he’s been with.
Gina once told me I should sleep with him before he found someone else, but I couldn’t act on it. It didn’t feel right with Marcus, and I’m glad I trusted my instincts. Mom always told me when the right person comes along, I would feel it. I would know. If you mistakenly lose your V-card to someone who wasn’t worth it, then the next time you decide to sleep with someone, make sure they are worth it. She would tell me stories of her other friends back in high school and college, but most importantly, to practice safe sex and not fall pregnant. If the guy is the one and you know deep down he is perfect and treats you right, you would know.
My father wasn’t her first, but she said she wished she would have waited. She also told me not to feel pressured to sleep with someone just because people or your friends were hooking up with guys. I took her advice and trusted my feelings.
Sitting back down on the bleachers, Exie leans next to me. “Did you see it, Aura? They have already taken out four guys on the field. There is no way Spencer Public High will win this game. St. Claire has been a beast on the field. The man can play.”
“He is good,” I admit, and I mean it. Kalum is very good on the field. The best I have seen in a long time.
When Marcus shakes it off to finish the last minute of the game, Kalum looks up and scans the stands until his eyes find mine. Marcus tilts his head in the same direction and looks over at Kalum. He shoulder checks him, and Kalum loses it, tackling Marcus to the ground. Kalum lifts Marcus like he weighs nothing and slams him down on the ground, causing his helmet to come off.
“Oh shit,” Exie blurts.
Whistles sound like an alarm going off as the referees charge the field to stop the brawl as more players begin to go at it, taking their helmets off.
Standing quickly on my feet, not believing they are fighting like animals, I ask, “Is it always like this?”
