“Braden’s team,” Trystan clarifies.
“What’d they do?” I ask.
“They were trying to start shit,” Braden says. “Kade, the dumb fuck, pulled out a knife.”
“And then what?”
“Novak took him down,” Trystan says. “I didn’t see it, but I heard Kade barely got the knife out of his pocket before Novak took it and had Kade on the ground.”
“Who’s Novak?” I ask, trying to sound completely clueless.
“Don’t ask,” Brock says, coming into the kitchen and opening the fridge. He takes out a bottle of water. “Braden, you need to just let it go. It’s over, and nothing happened.”
“Let it go?” Braden shakes his head. “You don’t know shit about this. If you actually went to the games, you’d know Kade’s one of our best players. We can’t lose him because fucking Novak goes and tattles to the cops.”
“That guy shouldn’t have shown up there with a knife,” I say.
Braden narrows his eyes at me. “Whose side are you on?”
“Twisted Pine’s,” I rush to say. “But that guy could’ve hurt someone.”
“It was all for show,” Braden says. “He wasn’t going to stab anyone.”
“Who do you think told them they were coming?” Brock asks Braden.
“Who the fuck knows? Kade and Barron didn’t tell anyone but Trystan.”
“And Alyssa,” Trystan says.
“She wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“Who’s Alyssa?” I ask.
“Kade’s girlfriend,” Trystan says. “She could’ve told on him to get back at him for what he did.”
“What he’d do?” I ask.
“Fucked a Legion girl.”
“Boys, I think we’ve heard enough,” Brock says.
“It was only one time, but still,” Trystan says. “Alyssa was pissed. She almost didn’t take him back.”
“Trystan, go to your room,” Brock says. “Braden, I want to talk to you in my office before you go to your afternoon practice.”
“About what?”
“Just come down to my office when you’re ready.” Brock takes his water and goes down the hall.
“What’d you do now?” Trystan says to Braden.
“Shut up and go to your room.” He takes off down the hall, following Brock to his office.
“What are you doing today?” Trystan asks me.
“Not sure. Maybe sit by the pool. Take a walk.”
“You walk a lot.”
