Blaine moves to pick up his hat off the ground where Tyler threw it, but as soon as it touches Blaine’s hair, Tyler whips it off his head again, this time chucking it across the locker room.
“You hurt Libby,” Tyler hisses through clenched teeth, “I fucking hurt you.”
Tyler charges, ready to attack Blaine again, but Blaine swiftly moves out of the way.
“Woah!” Ryder shouts, his voice echoing off the locker room walls
“Barret, my office.” Coach Andres’ voice booms with demand before Tyler can make another move. “Now!”
Tyler snarls at Blaine, clenching his teeth.
Without hesitation, my captain instincts quickly take over, placing myself between Tyler and Blaine. My eyes narrow, giving Tyler an icy death stare while he makes his way into Coach’s office to get reprimanded. His dark brown eyes blaze with fury, no remorse in sight.
Tyler trudges off, cussing under his breath, each stomp louder than the last.
At least I know recommending Blaine over Tyler was the right move.
One solid decision down this season. A million fucking more to go.
Chapter twenty-five
Laur
The stairs creak loudly with tiptoed footsteps that sound nothing like either of my roommates. Why would they be tiptoeing at nine in the morning on a Thursday anyways?
Leaning as far over as I can to sneak a peak of the front door, I spy the back of a bulky redhead as he attempts to quietly leave.
My eyes snap open in disbelief. This is the second guy Libby has brought home. Has she always been this promiscuous? I wouldn’t judge her, but now I am even more confused with her situation with Blaine.
Taking a sip of coffee, I turn back to my computer. Eager to finalize the welcome packets for the new PR girls.
Libby’s shuffling feet trudge down the stairs.
“Good morning,” Libby yawns, floundering her way to the coffee pot. Dark circles lay beneath her eyes, and her disheveled hair sits on top of her head.
Raising my eyebrows at her, I ask, “Late night?”
Libby presses her coffee against her lips. “Oh, but such a fun one.” A devious smile creeps along her face.
“Well, we do have a lot we need to get done today,” I remind her, which earns me a groan in response.
“I’m barely awake yet,” Libby complains.
“The girls will be here in two days, Libby,” I start, unsure why I need to explain myself. “We have a lot of prepping to do, and I want at least one fundraiser event solidified for them to start on right off the bat.”
Libby meets my eagerness to work with an eyeroll.
Before I can open my mouth to lecture her, something hits the front door with a loudwhack,followed by three more.
“What the hell was that?” Libby shrieks, running to the front door.
Telling her not to open the door is on the tip of my tongue as I hear the front door open.
“What the hell!” Libby cries out.
Silently, I send a prayer up that it’s nothing dangerous. My heart races as I quickly move to meet her at the door.
“Someone just egged our house!” Libby wails. “Who would do that!” She throws her hands up.
