Chapter 113
Chapter 113
Zane
Saturday afternoon
Laughter and loud voices filled my room like a damn locker room invasion. I was sprawled on my bed in nothing but sweatpants, back against the headboard, finally feeling like a human again instead of a fevered corpse. The worst of it was gone, but my friends still showed up like I’d been on my deathbed.
Tyler was raiding my mini-fridge, tossing a Gatorade to Jaxon, who caught it one-handed while scrolling through his phone. A couple of the other guys from the team-Erling, Cristiano, and Lionel-were sprawled across my gaming chairs and beanbag, controllers in hand, trash-talking each other over Madden.
“Bro, you missed practice yesterday,” Jaxon said, cracking open his drink. “Coach was pissed. Thought you were dying or some shit.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t,” I muttered, smirking. “Fever kicked my ass Thursday night. I’m good now.”
Tyler grinned like an idiot as he flopped onto the end of my bed. “So…” He dragged the word out, waggling his eyebrows. “Saw Astra heading out toward the gridiron earlier.”
I didn’t look up. “So?”
He smirked. “So… you fucked her yet?”
The room went quiet.
My head lifted slowly. “What did you just say?”
Tyler blinked. “…What?”
I set my phone down. “I said… what did you just say?”
Jaxon looked up immediately. “Uh-oh.”
Tyler laughed, still oblivious. “Dude, relax. I’m just asking. She’s been around here. Figured you hit it by now.”
“No.” I stood up, voice low. “You don’t talk about her like that.”
Tyler’s grin faltered. “I didn’t mean..”
“I don’t give a shit what you meant. She’s not one of your random hookups to joke about. Drop it.”
Tyler held both hands up. “Alright, alright. My bad.”
A beat of silence passed before Lion snorted. “You really asked Ashton if he’d slept with the girl he’s clearly obsessed with. | Bold.”
Cristiano shook his head, fighting a laugh. “Don’t you wanna keep your teeth intact, bro.”
That finally cracked the tension and laughter broke out again.
“Alright, alright,” Tyler said, rubbing the back of his neck. He pointed at me. “Astra’s officially off-limits. Got it.”
“Damn right,” I muttered, dropping back onto the bed.
Jaxon leaned back with a slow grin. “I’ve known this idiot for years. That’s the first time I’ve ever seen him get pissed over the
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way someone talked about a girl.”
Tyler’s eyes widened. “Oh… he’s “down bad”.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said, but I couldn’t stop the smirk as I grabbed a controller. “Just play the damn game before I make you! all run suicides on Monday.”
About an hour later the house finally fell quiet. Tyler had been the last to leave, pointing at me as he backed out of the room.
“Don’t scare Astra off, Romeo.”
I shook my head, fighting a smile as I changed into a black T-shirt, dark jeans, and sneakers. I’was done lying in bed. I grabbed my keys and headed downstairs.
Mom looked up from the kitchen island. “You’re going out?”
“Just for a drive.”
She studied me. “You sure you’re feeling alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“… Take it easy.”
Five minutes later I slid behind the wheel. The engine rumbled to life. Instead of pulling out, I reached for my phone and opened our chat.
Zane: Hi.
Nothing.
I leaned back in the seat.
Five minutes later my phone buzzed.
Trouble: Hi.
One word. And I caught myself smiling like an idiot.
Bloody hell.
Zane: That’s all I get?
The typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.
Trouble: What else were you expecting?
Zane: A little more enthusiasm would’ve been nice, Little Star.
Trouble:Little Star?
Zane:You heard me.
Trouble:Stop calling me that.
Zane: No.
Trouble: You’re annoying.
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I laughed under my breath.
Zane:And yet you’re still texting me.
Trouble: I’m on my break. Don’t let it get to your head.
Too late. It already had.
But the texting wasn’t enough. One “hi” from her and I was already itching to see her face. I tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and shifted the car into drive.
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