I slap a hand over my mouth in shock when I see who uploaded the video.
It’s Nat.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
NATHAN
I toss the pain pills in my gym bag and stuff the entire duffel in my locker. As I’m closing up, I hear my voice playing through someone’s phone speaker.
“This is my Riley playlist.”
Music fills the locker room.
I groan. “Guys, how many times?—”
“You are the reason I live, the reason I love, the reason I am…”
One by one, my teammates start singing the lyrics of the first song on the playlist.
I sink my head into my hands.
I know better than to respond to their teasing—revealing my embarrassment makes the ribbing that much sweeter for them—but I can’t help it.
“What’s the name of the playlist?” Renthrow asks. He pretends to hold a microphone to McLanely’s mouth.
My voice blasts from the video. “I call this playlist ‘She Fell First, But...”
Chance says, “But I Fell…”
The entire locker room sings, “Harder!”
“Yeah, yeah. Glad you’re having fun,” I grumble, pasting on my pain relief patches.
It’s no longer convenient for me to hide them. Plus, I use less pain relief patches now that I’m taking the pills, so I’m no longer at risk to raise eyebrows.
“That is the cheesiest way to clap back,” Coben says, laughing with his mouth wide open.
Coben got signed to the Lucky Strikers when I did and he’s an excellent goalie replacement for Watson.
“Respect, man.”
I slap away the hand that Coben extends in front of me.
“What? I was being sincere?” He snorts.
“I would shrivel up and die before I posted something that cringy on the internet,” another person comments. “No relationship is worth that humiliation.”
“That’s because you haven’t been in love before, Graham,” Renthrow says.
Kinsey, who’s silently observing everything, nods. “I think it was cool. I should make a playlist for Rebel.”
“The guy lost ten aura points just posting that horror show,” another person shouts.
“What are ‘aura points’?” Renthrow asks Kinsey.
“It’s like someone’s cool points,” Kinsey says.
“Ah.”
