“Who’s your boyfriend?”
“There you are, Z,” I hear a man chime as he joins us in the kitchen.
Jack Ledger.
My teammate, who has decided he knows everything about me and hates it all.
Suddenly, this interaction makes a lot more sense. If she’s dating him, I can only imagine the shit he’s tried to tell her about me.
Personally, I think it’s just because he’s jealous that I’m a better center than he is, even though he’s a sophomore. He hates having a freshman actually challenging him.
Jack smirks at me. “I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Zhuri.”
“I have. Not sure what she’s doing with you, though.”
“Watch yourself, Kovacic,” he seethes. “Coach can always bench you if you don’t want to be a good teammate.”
I laugh in his face. “Coach isn’t going to bench me because the team needs me. You can call it nepotism or whatever you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a damn good player.”
“You’re overrated,” he bites.
“Tell me that again when I’m playing pro, Ledger.”
Jack practically cackles. “I already got fucking drafted. If anyone here is going pro, it’s me.”
“What the fuck, Jack?” Zhuri says.
“You know I wasn’t talking about you,” he sighs before focusing back on me. “Why are you still here?”
“I was talking to Zhuri,” I state.
“No, you were annoying me. I was just trying to get a drink.”
“Were you hitting on my girl?” Jack stands up straighter, trying to intimidate me, but I’ve still got a few inches on him.
“Nope,” I lie because as much as I don’t like him, I’m not the kinda guy to go after my teammate’s girl. Even if that teammate is a dick, and I didn’t know she was his girlfriend. “She’s all yours, Jack.”
“You’re an asshole,” Zhuri snarks.
“You were never going to think any differently after the shit I’m sure your boyfriend has said about me.”
“I make up my own mind, fuck you very much,” she challenges.
“You had an opinion of me before we even met. Say whatever you want, but we both know I had no chance to change your mind.”
“You’ve done nothing to try. Just go, Cameron.”
“With pleasure,” I smirk, turning my ass around and stalking out of the kitchen, leaving my teammate and his girlfriend pissed off behind me.
It’s not even October, and I think I’ve made myself a couple of enemies, and one of them can ensure my life is absolute hell on the ice.
Great.
Just fucking great.
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