“So this is a game, huh?” I ask.
“Sure is.” He smirks, dusting his jacket.
“Very well. I’m making my first move today. Meet me in the car park.”
“Make it count, Lev.” With one last taunting smirk, he disappears behind the door.
I face the rest of the team and speak in my most authoritative tone, “If anyone goes near Astrid, they’ll have a personal problem with me. Do I need to repeat myself?”
“No, Captain.”
“Make that apply to the entire school.”
“Yes, captain.”
I throw a hand dismissing them and everyone goes back to their tasks.
All except for one.
Daniel glares at me and pushes my shoulder on his way out. “I don’t take orders from a coward captain.”
I grind my teeth, but I let it go. It’s not my midfielder speaking, it’s Astrid’s best friend.
After changing my clothes, I stop in front of the locker room with my back against the wall.
I might put up the facade, but I’m feeling too much chaos, it’s beginning to numb me.
I tried drowning in alcohol, but that shit’s never good. Not to mention th
at Coach will have my arse if I come to practice with a hangover.
Smoking is also off the table after the last erotic smoke I had with Astrid.
So I spent the entire night in a room I haven’t visited for years.
A room that’s changed fucking everything
The look on Astrid’s face when I told her we’re nothing still cuts through me like fucking knives.
Jonathan had to screw up my life in a completely different way.
I need time to figure this whole shitty situation out, but that doesn’t mean anyone can have Astrid.
Not Aiden.
Not Zachariah.
No. Fucking. One.
Chris trudges in the opposite direction towards Coach Larson’s office. I watch him from behind, tilting my head and narrowing my eyes.
I’ll deal with his drunken arse later. He’s off the team until he shows up without hangovers or as high as a kite.
Once I arrive at the car park, I spot Dan driving out. Alone.
Astrid must’ve gone home first.
She’s strong. She fucking has to be.