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I study the new QB for a few seconds. The little I’ve seen him play, the more I understand why Dad wanted him to fill in so bad. Cade always had a knack for the sport, but I’d sorta hoped since he’d quit playing some of his talent had diminished a tad bit. Unfortunately, it doesn’t appear that way. But I can work with that. It’ll be that much sweeter to watch him fall from the top. And that’s what I’m gonna do. Let him rise all the way to the top of the kingdom only to bring his world crashing down around him. That’s what he did to me, after all. Promised me forever then yanked it away before I even knew what hit me.
“Seriously, Morgan? Is that why we’re on the field and not in the freaking air-conditioned gym? So you can keep tabs on your new fuckboy?”
“No need to keep tabs on what’s already mine.” Even if I want to be far away from him at the moment.
A snicker leaves her mouth. “You might want to tighten the leash. Because last time I checked, it’s not freshman year, and you two aren’t fucking.” The satisfaction she seems to get out of that notion almost pisses me off more than Cade’s correct assessment of my daddy issues. Fuck all of them.
“Not surprising since you miss the clear and obvious even when it’s under your bought nose. How is Lenny by the way?” I can’t put into words the satisfaction I get from how fast her cocky bitchface morphs into shock.
“He’s great. I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to make me second-guess my boyfriend because you can’t control yours.” It only takes me remaining silent with a slight smirk for three seconds because she goes into scared-bitch mode as she looks to Savannah then back to me with an exaggerated eye roll. “You’re so full of shit, Morgan.”
Stepping in front of her, I keep a smile for a few seconds but can’t hold in the observation any longer. “Then why are your hands shaking while you search out Lenny now? He’s by the fence talking to my dad.”
Her worry morphs to frustration but she remains silent as she turns away from me. Because deep down in that empty head, she knows her boyfriend fucks every ho who’ll give him the opportunity. And no matter how often she turns a blind eye to it, she knows it happens. Why she would want to bury her head in the sand, I’ll never know and don’t give half a shit to figure out. It’s actually made some easy material to get to her with. Cheer and Lenny have always been her weak spots. Time to push her other button now.
Calling everyone to get in formation, I hear Ava mumble to Savannah, “She’s such a waste of fuckin’ space.” Not hard to figure out the snub is directed at me since her furious stare is set on me. But just like an annoying mosquito that can’t make a real dent in draining blood from its host before getting swatted away, Ava doesn’t cut deep enough to even register on my radar. But I will be sure to register on hers.
I announce the first cheer and count us off. And it’s not long before we’re setting up for the partner stunt. My hands cradle Ava’s foot, lifting up before leveling off in a stable firm grip. But instead of maintaining my position, I release her shoe completely. She’s immediately thrown off balance and falls in the direction where I should be supporting her. Quickly reaching forward, I grip a handful of hair, catching her just before she falls to the ground. The other base, standing opposite of me, holds onto her arm, a look of alarm covering her face.
Ava’s shocked eyes look up to me as I tell her, “Good catch for a waste of fuckin’ space, right?”
The stupid bitch surprisingly figures it out quickly as she staggers to her feet, her hands moving into her hair. “What the hell? You dropped me on purpose. I could’ve broken my goddamn neck.”
A smile rises on my face at the thought. “You didn’t. Though, there’s always next time.” Stepping to her, I look over to where a majority of the players are watching us. Probably from the yelling. I maintain a calm but stern voice. “But remember, I’m the one in control of this shit because you weren’t good enough. If I wanted you to hit the ground, you would’ve. And if you have something to say to me, do it to my fuckin’ face.”
Ava tries to sustain her bitchy, superior look but fails as her hand quickly swipes her cheek, her eyes blinking rapidly. “You’re a fucking psychotic bitch.”
“Better than a weak, whiny one.” It’ll take more than words or even someone dropping me on my ass to make me cry. But I will admit it’s one of the many reasons I allowed her sorry ass to be a flyer while I opted for the base… I don’t trust any of these bitches wouldn’t drop me on my ass given the opportunity. The difference is, I don’t allow them the chance.
I haven’t cried or let anyone get to me since the boy I gave myself to disappeared then returned only to pretend I didn’t exist. Since then, I’ve made sure to show him and everyone else that I’m in control. Because I am. Of myself and of them. Only the latter is more fun to fuck with because they allow me to do so easily. Glancing over at Cade, I move my hand in front of my mouth and motion like I’m blowing him a kiss. He’s given me a little more of a challenge than the others. And I can’t wait to break him too. To see his tears and then walk away like he’s nothing.
11
CADE
“What the hell are you doing, Crawford?” Otis shouts from the dock, his aggravated scowl on me.
Just fuckin’ great. I knew football would be the start of even more misery. “Sorry I’m late, boss. I had practice.”
“No shit, Sherlock. I know you have practice so what the hell are you doing on that damn boat?”
The obvious answer would beCleaning it—you know, my job, but apparently my boss isn’t gathering that intel. “Just getting it cleaned and fueled up. The work order said Mr. Hebert is planning a fishing excursion on Wednesday.”
Otis gives me his you-stupid-morons-drive-me-crazy look before he shakes his head. “We’ll have you covered until football season is over. Get out of here, Cade.”
What the actual fuck? “Are you firing me?”
“Did I tell you that you’re fired?”
“No but telling me I can’t do my job isn’t any different.” There’re still months left in the season. We haven’t even had our first game yet. “I need this job.”
Shaking his head, Otis pulls a towel out from his pocket and swipes it across his forehead. “You’ll have a spot to come back to. Don’t worry.”
“I need it now, not later.” For more reasons than one. And thankfully, Otis gives in after a few seconds where he looks like he’s debating on something.
“Fine. But school and football come first. If you need to cut back, just let me know. I’ll get your shift covered.”
“Thanks, sir.” But there’s something that is really strange. “How did you know that I joined the team?”
