“I think it’s time I show you the consequences of your actions, nerd. Why don’t we just stop escalating it and get out while we can with the least amount of damage,” I suggest. Looks like neither one of us will get everything we wanted out of this exchange. I don’t want a reduced sentence, I want the accusation retracted. “And I told you, that wasn’t good enough. Jake shakes his head at me, like he can’t figure out who the hell I think I am. Pull that shit after high school, and you’re goin’ to jail.” I did you a favor in the long run you won’t live in the football bubble forever. Someone had to show you that your actions have consequences. “I’m bein’ more than fair,” I tell Jake, ignoring Shayne. “Do you hear this little bitch? If you walk away now.” If you walk away now, I will still do that.” “I told you, I’m willing to talk to Coach and try to get your suspension reduced so you can still play this year. Casting my gaze down, momentarily finding myself feeling bad for this jerk, I repeat my previous offer. Wanting to get out of this town is something I can relate to, and if I had a chance and lost it, I would be rocked with regret, too. The honest vulnerability in his words plant hooks in me like nothing else he has said or done. It’s not just a game to me, it’s a ticket out of here I can’t afford any other way.” “You don’t get it, do you? My whole future hinged on playin’ this year, Zoey. They won’t let you play football-that’s it. The sullen way he says it irritates me-like this really is my fault instead of his. “You’ve already ruined my fuckin’ life, Zo. This is definitely not stayin’ away from me.”

“Do you really want to make this worse, Jake? You’re supposed to stay away from me. The other two guys close in now, their eyes narrowed on me with contempt.īringing my gaze back to the asshole jock in front of me, I swallow down my fear. “That right?” he asks, yanking me forward by my shirt, then pushing me back against the wall so hard, it rattles my teeth and makes my stomach rock with fear. That’s how life works when you’re not an untouchable, Jake. You wouldn’t stop, you wouldn’t apologize, and now you’re payin’ for your mistake. “I won’t let you bully me into lying,” I tell him, tilting my chin up. Tell them you were on your period and PMS got the best of you-I don’t give a fuck what you tell them, but you tell them something to make this stop.”

You’re going to tell them you were confused, upset, you made a mistake. “Half the fuckin’ season,” Jake says, shaking his head.

Okay? Then you’ll still get to play this year.” I’ll ask him to cut your suspension in half.

“Listen, I won’t take back what I said, but I’ll-I’ll talk to the coach. “Wait,” I say, grabbing his hand, trying to stop this before it can go any further.

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