“Really?” I don’t get how anyone truly enjoys her company, but hey, maybe I’ve only gotten to see one side of her. Kory shrugs.
“Besides, who would you want it to be?”
“You.”
Kory brows rise. We’ve only had a few practices, but she is the best on the ice, if you ask me. Not only that, but she talks to everyone and isn’t an asshole. “She needs to be knocked down a few pegs.”
“And you’re going to be the one that does that?” Luke asks. Kory presses her lips together and leans back in her chair, not bothering to glance toward him. He really must be an asshole.
“How about you mind your own business?”
“Maybe Lana is my business,” he tosses right back at me. The comment shouldn’t bother me, but it does. A flash of anger licks across my skin, but I shove that shit down. I slowly turn to face him. He watches me intently.
“Go be a snitch then,” I snip at him. “Because I’m not your business, so it would be great if you stayed out of it.”
“How about you—” Luke is cut off by the teacher. I inwardly let out a sigh of relief. But I know Luke is far from done.
Chapter Eight
LUKE
Lana is a giant bitch. That’s the reason I’m doing this. It has nothing to do with the smart-mouthed, dark-haired witch. I’m not sure what she’s done to me, but it’s got to be some voodoo shit. Why else am I lingering outside of my brother’s office?
Vicky, the secretary, is staring a hole into his door. Who the hell does he have in there? A second later, the door swings open, and I see Paislee, Madeline’s sister. She gives me a shy, timed nod before walking past me without making eye contact. Madeline and she don’t have much in common.
“Everything all right?” my brother asks from the doorway.
“I need a favor.” That has his brows rising.
“Come on.” He nods for me to follow him into his office. I run my fingers through my short hair. Why do I have nervous energy? “Did you eat lunch?”
“I ate.” After I spent way too fucking long figuring out where the hell Madeline and Georgia went. I guess Georgia has a tree she always has lunch under. I just grabbed a burger and headed this way. “I’ll need a pass,” I add. The next set of classes starts in a few minutes.
“What’s the favor?” He sits down in his chair behind his desk. I want to give him shit about Paislee being in here, but now isn’t the time. Not when I’m asking him to do me a solid.
“Coach Murphy.”
“The Ice Crew coach?” he asks.
I nod. “They vote for the captain or some shit.”
“Okay.” He doesn’t give a shit. I don’t think he even cares for this job, but I’m not going around and around on that one again with him. Stubbornness has to be a Locke family trait.
“I want you to tell Coach Murphy that the vote needs to be private.”
Bennett stares at me. “I want to know the reason why before I do it.”
“Then you’ll do it?”
“Sure,” he agrees.
“Lana is a cunt, and she bullies people into voting for her.”
“Luke.” My name is filled with irrationality.
“It’s only us in here.”
“There is more to this.”
