Chapter 6
GRAYSON
It’s her.
She’s in my house.
Drunk.
In that goddamn outfit.
And she keeps looking at me.
She needs to fucking stop. Or better yet, she needs to get the fuck out of here.
“I saw some shit online. You okay?” Sammy slurs. This guy’s still half drunk.
I saw that shit too. It’s everywhere. And I know I fucked up. Shouldn’t have slammed Cash Seavers against a wall. Coach is going to give me one of his speeches if he sees that shit.
I shouldn’t have threatened to cut off Cash’s shooting hand either or told him I’d end him. Don’t think the videos online caught any of that exchange though. They’re all of me choking the shit out of him. She might be the only one who heard anything, if she remembers any of it.
Truth is she surprised me. Most people cower when I’m pissed, but she wasn’t scared.
When she stood between Cash and me three things happened.
One, I was beyond furious that she was defending her idiot boyfriend.
Two, I admired her for standing up to me.
And three, her soft, warm body pressed against mine was far too appealing and way too distracting. It only served to piss me off more.
Her actions led me to think back to the night we met. Freshman year. Fucking hate that night.
“Gray?”
Shit, Sammy was saying something? Right, all that stuff online.
“I’m fine.”
I am. Annoyed and irritated as fuck, especially when I keep thinking of that stupid party in freshman year.
“Hey, was Selena causing any problems? She’s never been able to handle her liquor.”
“Runs in the family then.”
“Ha. Ha.” Sammy chuckles and flips me off. “Anyway, just wanted to say thanks for getting my sister out of there. I know you guys don’t like each other and—”
“Not a big deal,” I tell him, even though that’s not true.
When he showed me her texts, I wasn’t about to let him drive drunk. Or have him leave the house not knowing which way is up. Last thing I need this season is my catcher getting arrested or worse.
“You know, we’ve never talked about that.”
Shit.
“About what?”
“Why you and my sister don’t get along. I mean, I know she’s annoyingly chipper and shit, while you’re more reserved and broody—”
“Broody?” I interrupt.
My phone rings and I ignore it. There’s only one person calling me at this hour and he can fucking wait.
“Your dad?” Sammy asks, sympathy laced through his words.
“Who else?”
“Want to talk about it?”
I glare at him. “No.”
“Alright,” he chuckles. “I’ll let you get back to your game then.” He laughs again but doesn’t move.
I came down to the basement to play pool. And, to get away from her. The tiny blue dress she’s wearing stops mid-thigh, shows off her plump ass, those fucking tits, and should be illegal—it’s too goddamn revealing to think straight around her. No one should be allowed to look as good as she does.
The usual pastels she wears are annoying enough. Now I’ll have to add pale blue to the list of colors I hate. Which isn’t the worst of it.
Too many assholes kept checking her out.
Some of my own teammates. They kept making her laugh, and for some reason it kept bothering me.
Stupid random thoughts kept popping up in my head.
Hell, I even wondered if she’s still a virgin.
Probably not, knowing Cash Seavers. Guess they got in a fight. Whatever, not my problem.
The thing is, she’s too nice for him. Always happy, always smiling. Except around me. I used to ask myself what she was playing at but soon realized she wasn’t playing. She actually likes people. Except me, of course.
Not that I give a fuck. I don’t like her either.
“Hey?” I call out without looking up from the pool table.
“Yeah?” Sammy stumbles toward the door.
“Your sister’s still drunk?”
“Yeah, she’s sleeping it off in my room.”
“Good.”
Don’t want her causing any issues here in my house.
“You should sleep it off too. I’m not changing practice because you’re hung over.”
“I know, bro, you suck. Rain or shine, practice is gonna happen.”
Damn right it is. We’re ranked number one in the country for a reason. The best part is every success I earn on this team is one I can throw in my father’s face without having to say a word.