A few guys laugh. Rowan doesn’t.
“You’re making a scene.”
“That’s literally the point of a party.”
His jaw tightens. The crack in his perfect control.
I want to shove my fingers in and pry it wider.
I step closer, still dripping wet. My pants are soaking against my wet skin.
“You know what your problem is, Rowan? You think being captain means you get to control everyone.”
“I think being captain means I clean up after you.”
“What messes? I scored two goals tonight. I’m the reason we won.”
“And now you’re half-naked, drunk off your ass, making out with every girl you see.”
I grin. Wide. Mean.
“Jealous?”
The music’s still pounding, but the people around us go quiet.
Rowan’s face doesn’t change, but his shoulders pull back.
“Go home, Callum.”
“Make me.”
Someone whistles.
Nolan appears next to Rowan. The guy who never loses his cool. He just looks at me and doesn’t say anything. That pisses me off more than Rowan’s lecture.
“What, Nolan? You got something to say too?”
He shrugs, not taking the bait.
Which makes me want to throw something at his face.
“You’re all so fucking boring.”
I turn to walk away. Rowan grabs my arm.
“We’re not done.”
I yank free and get in his face.
“Yeah, we are.”
Rowan doesn’t back down. He stares at me with that look that says he’s done playing games.
“You’re leaving. Now.”
“Or what?”
“Or I make sure Coach hears about tonight.”
