“Plan for what?” My eyebrow furrows.
“To get my ex back.”
My spine prickles.Is he for fucking real?
My fists clench at my side, anger boiling inside me.
“Why would he take you back after you cheated on him?” I try to keep my tone neutral, but it’s not easy.
I don’t hate Liam. He's not a bad guy for the most part.
But he is a manwhore. From what I heard, Bennett only knows about the one girl that Liam cheated on him with, but I can confirm it’s two girls and three guys throughout their relationship. Unfortunately, I had to witness it with my own eyes.
Every time I did, I wanted to beat the shit out of him. Why be in a relationship when you’re just going to cheat?
“That was the past.” He waves me off.
“You’ve been broken up for a year. Why not just move on?”
His brows furrow. “You know, for someone who hates the guy, you sure sound very interested in who he is or isn’t dating. What's up with that, Wright?”
“Nothing,” I scoff. “Whatever, do what you want.”
He gives me a funny look before taking off.
The rest of practice, my mind is elsewhere.
I keep seeing a pair of honey brown eyes that haunt my dreams.
“What the fuck was that?” Coach Creed growls at me as I down a bottle of water.
“Sorry, sir,” I pant heavily, out of breath from the extra drills he made us run.
“Whatever is going on inside your head, leave it off the field. It’s your last year, the scouts will be watching. If you want to go to the NFL, you'll need to be at your peak.”
“I know.” I nod.
I need this. I need to be drafted. If I don’t, I’ll be stuck here in Silver Valley, in a dead-end job, just like my father.
I want to be nothing like him, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.
“Go.” He waves me off.
“Damn, Coach hates you today more than normal. What did you do to piss him off?” Travis asks. Travis is one of my best friends. We met when I started going to River Ridge High. He introduced me to his friends, Max and Luca, and the four of us became the best of friends.
Through Travis, I met my best friend and girlfriend, Taylor, his little sister.
“Breathed wrong, I guess,” I mutter, pushing through the locker room door.
“You would think he’d get over it. It’s been eight years.” Travis sighs.
After Travis and I got football scholarships to SVU, he noticed right away that our coach hated me.
Needing to come up with a reason why, I lied and told him I punched Bennett because he made fun of my family.
I hated myself as soon as the lie left my lips, but Travis and my friends come from similar backgrounds as I do. We’re not rich and well off like most of Silver Valley’s students.
It was a lie he easily believed, and one I hated how easily I told.
