More footsteps grab my attention.
“And where do you thinkyou’regoing?” Poppy’s sharp voice is hard to ignore.
I tilt my head up to the sky, momentarily closing my eyes. “Peace and quiet. All I want is some peace and quiet.”
My sister is studying Bennett, her head tilted, a playful smirk curling the corner of her lip.
His eyes round as if he’s been caught red-handed, and he chuckles, hiking his thumb over his shoulder. “We’re heading out for a drink.”
“And what kind of trouble are you going to get yourself in?”
“You got a babysitter, Quinn?” Riley laughs.
“Something like that,” he mutters under his breath as he shoots my sister a look.
My sister hums. “If you’re going out, so am I.” She points towards her chest. “Remember what our coaches said. I’m on Bennett watch.”
He narrows his eyes into slits, but it’s far from a glower. “God, woman. Fine, come if you want.”
Mae exits the locker room behind us, bag slung over her shoulder, surveying everyone with surprise. “What’s going on? Am I missing out on any gossip?”
“Mae’s coming too.” Poppy links her arm with her friend, almost causing the both of them to topple over with the force.
“Going where?” Mae inquires, her pink hoodie falling from one of her shoulders, the soft fabric skimming down her smooth skin.
I can’t help but notice the way Riley’s beady blue eyes skate over her bare skin before he barks something about not being opposed to having some cheerleaders join, and I bite down on my tongue in distaste.
“Looks like we’re all in,” Riley cheers, tousling his light brunette hair, and I can tell he’s trying to ensure it looks good for the girls, who aren’t even paying attention to him.
He studies Mae as if she’s some prize to be won. As if he’s decided she’s his next conquest.
My restraint is slipping.
Fast.
The last I heard, Riley was dating some millionaire’s daughter. They were seen together just last week, holding hands and cosying up while they shopped at some stupidly expensive designer clothing store.
What a fucking pig.
And he gets away with it because he’s well-liked by the tabloids. He always gives them the gossip they so desperately yearn for.
Everyone begins to walk down the corridor leading to the VIP section of the stadium parking lot. I watch with a taut jaw, and a sigh leaves my lips when Mae turns to me and raises one dark eyebrow.
“You coming… Nate?” She smirks.
I highly doubt she could come up with some cheesy nickname to playfully tease Riley with. What would she even call him? Ri? Rile?
I mentally scoff. None of them are charming.
We stare at each other for a good five seconds as I chew on the inside of my cheek, her hazel eyes holding me captive, which is a first for me.
They say eyes are the window to the soul, which rings true for her. I swear I can almostfeelwhat Mae is thinking with just one look.
I sling my bag higher on my shoulder, forcing my feet to move. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
I like to keep a close eye on my sister, so I need to make sure Riley doesn’t try anything with her.
But I also feel this strange sense of overprotectiveness toward Mae, and it’s definitely not the sisterly kind.
