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“I’ve seen his shit posts through the group texts and every night this week he’s been drinking with a new random woman.” Andrew cracked his neck. “Meanwhile, Olive is going to class, working, raising Jesse, and doing everything else by herself.”
I bent over and grabbed one of the footballs in front of us. Unclenching my jaw, I looked back at him. “Think I can nail him from here?”
Andrew nodded. “Anger is a powerful motivator. As your future lawyer, do you have a plan for what happens after you nail him?”
I gave him my best shit-eating, rich boy grin. “Money is also a powerful motivator, Andy.”
Throwing the ball forward with all my force, I watched as it sailed beautifully across the field and nailed Taylor in the head. Unfortunately, he was wearing a helmet. It still knocked him on his ass, though.
“What do you think he’ll be angrier about? You hitting him or you being able to hit him from here?” Andrew’s voice sounded lighter already. Sometimes, you really did just need to hit something. Or watch your best friend do it.
Taylor climbed to his feet and yanked his helmet off. He started storming our way until I bent over and picked up another football. Flipping me off, he shook his head. “Fuck you, Evers! You’re not worth my time.”
I hammered another one at his back. “Oops. It slipped.”
Coach came at me with rage in his eyes. “Off my field right now, Evers! If you’re not going to use that arm to win me any games, I don’t want to fucking see it! Hit the showers!”
I saluted him and backed away. “You know the world couldn’t handle me as a quarterback, Coach. I’m obnoxious enough as it is.”
Andrew grunted. “All that power in one fool’s hands? You’re playing with fire, Coach.”
Coach shook his head and pointed to the tunnel. “Off my field. Both of you.”
Halfway through my shower, I sighed. “It’s just not the same without Olive barging in.”
“Don’t talk to me while you’re washing your balls, dude.” Andrew cut his water off and walked into the locker room. “But same.”
I finished up and had just buttoned my pants when the rest of the team filed into the locker room. Jack was silent as he slammed his helmet into his locker and yanked the rest of his pads off.
Andrew and I exchanged a glance. Jack rarely got angry and stayed angry. It was strange to see him slamming things around and being physical, too. He was more of a lover than a fighter.
Taylor rounded the corner of lockers and narrowed in on Jack. “Yo! What the fuck is wrong with you? You’ve had a pissy attitude all practice and then you have your little bitch attack me?”
I smiled and waved at the guys who’d started to gather. “He mentioned me!”
Andrew slapped my chest and moved forward to put some space between Jack and Taylor. Jack was still silent but his eyes were shooting fire. “Unless you want your teeth knocked down your throat, I suggest you walk away, Taylor.”
“Fuck you, too, Andrew.”
Jack moved faster than anyone expected and had Taylor against the lockers by the throat before Taylor made a sound. Glaring at him, Jack leaned in close and said something so just Taylor heard. Shaking his head, he let Taylor go and went back to getting out of his uniform like everyone wasn’t staring at him.
Taylor shot one last dark look at me and Andrew before stomping off. The rest of the guys gave up on watching anything else happen and went back to their own shit.
I leaned on the locker next to Jack’s and met his gaze. “You good?”
He shook his head. “Not here.”
Andrew and I waited outside by my car. We were both lost in our own worlds when Jack came out of the stadium like a dark cloud. I noted his bloody knuckles and straightened.
“Is there a body to be buried?”
Jack frowned. “What?”
I motioned to his hand. “Is Taylor in there, bleeding out?”
He seemed to notice his hand was bleeding for the first time and swore. “No, he got out of there pretty fast. You can’t say he doesn’t have bursts of intelligence.”
“So, that was…?” Andrew flexed his own hand.
