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Danica gets in my face, pointing a finger in my direction with each word. “You know exactly what Simone is talking about. Do you really think you have a chance at getting Brock’s attention?”
“You can have him. Although, from what I understand, all he does is fuck girls, not date them. I am merely a tutor his father has hired so that he can get off of academic probation.”
Trying to step around them, hands grip both arms, halting my steps. Through narrowed eyes, Danica and Simone stare at me.
“What are you talking about?” Danica yells.
Shit, I was under the impression that everyone knew. Later on, I will have to apologize to Brock and warn him.
“Look, I am helping him study, that is all. I have no interest in getting into his bed.”
The girls get distracted, having some sort of silent conversation. Their grip on my arms loosen enough for me to escape. Stepping inside the dining hall, I spot Brock surrounded by guys at a table in the corner. Deciding that he needs to know as soon as possible, I veer away from the food line, heading toward him.
Reaching the table full of guys, it takes a moment for them to notice me. Most of them look like they have been dragged behind a truck. Clearing my throat, I speak, my voice barely above a whisper. “Brock, do you have a minute?”
Oohs and aahs sound from the toddlers he is sitting with. Stepping back, giving Brock room to stand, the guy to his right also gets to his feet. A sly grin crosses his face as he looks between Brock and me. Holding out a hand, his voice smooth as silk, he introduces himself. “Zanko Thomas, catcher. You are?”
Timidly accepting the handshake, it takes a moment to find my voice.
“Kassidy… Kassidy Heartwell.”
His eyes dart to Brock before focusing back on me, his grin growing to take up his whole face. Placing a kiss on the back of my hand, he reluctantly releases me after several hard tugs. Surreptitiously, I wipe the back of my hand on the leg of my pants, confused about his little display.
Brock lets out a growl. He grips my bicep, pulling me away from the all-too-pleased Zanko.
He guides us away from the group. Once he is happy with the distance, Brock releases me, turning to face me, his hands planted on his hips.
“What did you need?”
Brock seems annoyed by my presence. Scuffing my shoe on the floor, suddenly unsure of myself, my thoughts are jumbled as my mouth opens and closes with no words coming out. Brocksoftens his tone once he realizes that something must be wrong. “Kassidy, whatever it is, spit it out.”
My shoulders sag. Speaking to the floor, my voice is shaky. “Danica and her group cornered me before I entered the room,” pausing, trying to delay the inevitable, Brock’s body stiffens. “They tried to warn me away from you. I told them that I wasn’t interested in getting into your bed, letting it slip that I am your tutor, and you are on academic probation,” my words get faster the more I speak. Heat floods my cheeks as my gaze finally rises to meet his. “I am so sorry. I assumed that it was public knowledge and had no right to discuss it.”
Several emotions cross his face as we stand in silence.
Anger.
Frustration.
Disappointment.
Those are just a few. After several long moments, Brock lets me off the hook, although his tone is sharp.
“I guess this makes us even from the other night. Thanks for the warning.” He walks away, leaving me gaping after him.
Deciding that food is no longer interesting, my feet take me through the door, leaving Brock and his friends behind me.
CHAPTER TEN
Where the fuck does she get the right?
Turning away from Kassidy in the dining hall, my blood boils. Throwing myself back into my seat, several of the guys around me give me questioning looks. Ignoring them all, I take a bite of my sandwich, which now tastes like cardboard in my mouth.
Still feeling the effects of last night’s impromptu party, I force down the food. My workout this morning was brutal. Coach was monitoring this morning’s session. Lucky me, since not many of my teammates were there, his focus was on me. While he said nothing, his face told me more than words could have. No doubt he could smell the alcohol emanating from my body.
Zanko bumps his leg against mine to get my attention. Lifting my eyes to his, he quirks an eyebrow at me. Giving him a slight head shake, he drops it for now. I know that later on in our room, he will give me the third degree.
A nauseating cloud of perfume precedes Danica. Now glad that Kassidy warned me of their conversation, my body stiffens in preparation for whatever shit is going to spew from her mouth.
