“No word from your agent?” West asks quietly.
“No one is interested so far.”
“It takes time. It’s early in the season. People are just getting their footing.”
“I know.” I pause. “The Phantoms said I might be able to go back next season, but definitely not now.”
“Okay, that’s something.”
“Yeah.” I rest my forearm against the metal lockers. “But no one is going to want me if I don’t play this season.”
“You will. He can’t keep this up forever.”
“What if he does?”
Our eyes meet. “Have faith. We’ll figure something out.
I’m about to tell him there’s nothing to figure out when Blaze appears out of nowhere, like a fucking ghost or something.
“I need to talk to you guys.”
“Not now,” West says to him, shaking his head.
“I know you don’t like me but?—”
“This is all your fault!” I snap, glaring at him. “Everything that’s happening is on you, you little weasel!”
“I know.” He doesn’t look away. “I own it. But right now, you have to do something about Jayne.”
“No shit, sherlock.”
“No, I’m serious. Her dad slapped her, took her phone, and then locked her in her room. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I heard them arguing and?—”
“What the fuck did you say?” I step toward him, glowering. “Did you just say he slapped her?”
He nods. “Yeah. And then I overheard him and Lourdes talking.” He pauses, swallowing hard. “And I found out something else you need to know.”
“What?” West asks impatiently. “Fucking spit it out.”
“I think…” He looks around nervously again, his voice dropping even lower. “Coach has been embezzling money from the team.”
West, Vik, Felix, and I freeze, staring at him in confusion.
“What?” Vik asks.
“And I think Jayne may have found out. That’s why they’ve locked her in the house and took her phone. They also changed the Wi-Fi password so she can’t reach out to anyone.”
“I have to go get her,” I growl. “I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing but?—”
“Wait. Dammit, Bodi, wait.” West grabs me, and I really can’t fight the strong motherfucker. I need to spend more time in the gym or something.
“We need to come up with?—”
“Hehither!” I yell, rage coursing through me with a burst of adrenaline that helps me break free.
“I know but?—”
“I recorded the conversation.” Blaze interjects, taking out his phone. “But I can’t play it for you here.”
