Liam shot me a sideways look. “More like a serial-killer instinct.”
“Whatever’s fueling this fire,” Coach continued, “bottle it up and save some for the game. We’re going to need that intensity if we want to make the conference championship.”
After Coach dismissed us, I started toward the locker room, but Foster caught my arm.
“Okay, what’s really going on?” he asked, lowering his voice. “And don’t tell me it’s about MSU still leading us in the conference. I’ve seen you pissed before, and this is different.”
Liam and Gordy joined us, although Liam already knew what had crawled up my ass since he’d been with me all weekend trying to clean up the damn mess.
Liam answered before I could. “I’ll give you one guess, and it rhymes with Tarper Hinsley.”
Gordy blinked. “Did you really just reverse the first letters of her names?”
Liam shrugged and shot him a boyish grin that I’d seen him use all through our childhood to get out of trouble.
“Harper fucking Tinsley,” I said, the words coming outrougher from the rage that bubbled up just thinking about her after this weekend.
Foster and Gordy exchanged glances.
“I’m hesitant to ask, but what happened now?” Foster asked.
I took a deep breath, still feeling the burn of embarrassment underneath all my frustration. It was bad enough I’d likely never get laid again after the stunt she pulled, but the worst part was that the reviews were complete bullshit. I prided myself on being a generous partner. Ilikedmaking girls come—hell, I got off on watching them fall apart. I’d never been accused of being selfish in bed, and I sure as hell had never been calledboring.
So yeah, I might’ve been cavalier about who I fucked, but I wasn’t casual abouthowI fucked. And now? People looked at me like I was some overrated, underperforming joke.
I was 1000% certain Harper had written at least half the reviews herself—if not all of them.
I ran my hand through my hair. “I spent Saturday and Sunday hitting every single women’s bathroom on campus with Liam and Ava, trying to take down posters that Harper put up with a QR code linking toRateMyPerformanceCFU.com/drew.”
Gordy’s mouth dropped before he broke into an uncharacteristic fit of laughter.
“Fuck you.”
I was glad he found my torment so hilarious. Asshole. He wouldn’t be laughing this hard if it had been his reputation being smeared all over campus.
He pulled himself together, but laughter still shone in his eyes. “Sorry, man. That’s rough. But I’m also a bit surprised no girl has ever done that to you before.”
“Given me fake bad reviews?”
“No, put your face on a poster and declared something awful about you.”
Was I that bad of a guy? I always made myself clear before any hookups. I wasn’t a relationship guy. Maybe someday, but for now I planned to sow my oats and all that while I still could.
“So she put them in a couple of bathrooms?”
“Eighty-three bathrooms, Foster. Eighty-three.” I could feel my jaw clenching. “Every single academic building, the admin offices, the library, student center, gym, dining halls—places I didn’t even know had bathrooms until Ava mentioned them. She hit them all.”
Foster winced. “Shit, man.”
“The girl at the student health building recognized me,” I continued, the humiliation still fresh. “She fucking recommended that I start following some sex therapists on socials. Sex therapists, Foster. Like I needed tips on how to please a woman and last longer than two thrusts.”
That broke Foster’s composure, but his laugh died quickly when he saw my serious expression wasn’t breaking anytime soon. “Shit, that’s actually awful.”
“This isn’t just about some stupid poster,” I said, my voice getting harder. “This is about Harper thinking she can humiliate me without consequences. She’s been pulling this shit for years, and I’m done with it.”
Gordy leaned against his stick, studying me. “So what’s your plan?”
“That’s the thing,” I said, feeling that cold, calculating anger settle in my chest. “I’m not going to do anything. Not yet.”
