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“They were all joking about the party at my place when they walked away. As I uncapped my drink, I noticed Michael was hanging back a bit.
“Got something on your mind?� I called out, gesturing at him with my chin.
He was a good player, he worked hard on the field, and I respected him. I got the feeling, though, that I wasn’t going to like what he wanted to say. I could tell by the hesitation in his face and body language. He probably disagreed with some of the plays I wanted to try tonight and didn’t want to piss me off in fear I would freeze him out on the field.
But I wasn’t like that. I left personal shit in the locker room. There was no room for drama in the game.
He walked back over in front of me as he adjusted the strap on his shoulder. “I’m not sure I should say anything.�
“Just say it, man. It’s cool.�
“I saw your girl this morning.� He started, and everything in me went cold.
This wasn’t about football. This was personal.
“You looking at Rimmel?� I asked, my voice calm and low.
His eyes widened a little, but he shook his head. “No, man. I probably wouldn’t have known it was her, but she was wearing your hoodie.�
I nodded for him to continue.
“She was in the hall, outside her class,� he said, glancing at me.
He needed to get to the fucking point already. I was losing patience.
“That guy Zach was with her. It looked pretty intense.�
I jerked upright. “What?� I growled.
What the fuck was Rimmel doing with Zach? Why was he talking to her?
“He was grabbing her arm. Jerking her around pretty good.�
Red tinged my vision and adrenaline started pumping in my veins. “What did you just say?�
Michael nodded grimly. “It’s why I noticed them. He grabbed her and she cried out. She told him to let go, but he just jerked her more. She almost fell.�
A noise rumbled out of my chest and anger so swift and hot that it hurt filled me. “Tell me you pulled him off her,� I intoned.
“I was going to. I called out to them and started forward, but that’s when he let her go and walked away.�
I was going to kill him.
Dead.
“I asked her if she was okay. I don’t think she knew I’m on the team with you.�
“Probably not,� I muttered, still trying to control the anger spiraling out of control inside me.
“She said she was.� He continued, but I heard the doubt in his voice.
“But?� The word came out harsher than I intended, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“But her wrist was pretty red. Looked like it was going to bruise.�
Thought ceased in my head. Rationality evaporated. “Thanks for telling me,â€� I said and rushed away in the opposite direction of my next class.”
― Cambria Hebert, #Hater