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When I look up, I find Yasmin and Nixon watching us, matching dumbfounded expressions on their faces.
“Since when are you two friends?” Nixon asks, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
There is a beat of silence as I process his words before my heart kicks up a notch as the panic spreads through my body.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
“We’re not friends,” I say quickly.
“I saw her in the elevator, and she looked grumpy so I figured I might as well get her coffee if I don’t want her to bite my head off.”
I turn my head toward him, glaring at him, but he’s already digging into his food, not looking the least bit worried about the whole situation. “Grumpy? I’m not grumpy.”
He looks at me, and I can see the amusement dancing in his irises before he shifts his attention to Nixon. “See?”
“I’m not grumpy.” I bump my leg with his under the table hard, but he places his hand over my knee, making me freeze.
Is he serious right now? Does he want us to get caught?
Nixon just shakes his head. “I don’t know why I even try with you two.”
“Because I bring your wife to you as a birthday present? By the way, you’re welcome.”
“There is that, I guess.”
“So generous.”
Coach enters along with the rest of the staff. He comes to a stop when he sees Yasmin and me sitting at the table with the boys and just stares for a heartbeat before shaking his head.
“I’m not even going to ask,” he mutters before going to grab his breakfast.
“And on that note…” I get up, Prescott’s hand dropping from my leg. “I’m going to grab something to eat. You know,” I look pointedly at Prescott. “Before I bite somebody’s head off.”
“You said it, not me.” He cuts a piece of a waffle. Not able to resist it, I lean down, wrapping my mouth around the fork before he can move it to his mouth. “Hey, that’s mine.”
I lick the syrup from my lip. “Better that than your head, right?”
And with that, I turn on the balls of my feet and make my way to the table to grab something to eat.
“You’ll pay for that!” Prescott calls after me.
Chuckling, I look over my shoulder. “You can always try, Wentworth. You can always try.”
As I start to turn around, I notice Yasmin’s gaze is still on me, watching.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
JADE
“Look who finally got home!” Grace says the moment I enter the apartment. “Where have you been?”
“Out. Trying to figure out what I want to shoot for this damn competition we have going on.”
The whole thing was starting to drive me crazy. I wanted this. I wanted this so badly, but nothing was good enough.
I enter the living room, letting my backpack drop on the floor, and then, more carefully, placing my camera bag on the coffee table before I slouch onto the couch next to her.
