“Fuck yeah,” Hench bellowed and everyone followed, cheering and clapping.
But I didn’t share their excitement.
Going up against Denby and his pussy friends on their turf was going to be a dog fight. I wasn’t worried about losing… but I was worried about the shit they might pull to throw us off our game or get us in trouble with the game officials.
“Okay, bring it in. Hawks on three.” Coach said, shoving his hand into the crude circle. Hands fell on top as everyone closed ranks, pressing closer. “One… two… three. Go Hawks. Now hit the showers.”
The circle broke apart, guys jogging toward the locker rooms. But I lingered behind, hardly surprised when Zane and Kye joined me.
“Where’s your head at?” Zane said, quietly out of earshot of the coaches.
“I don’t like it.”
“Me neither,” Kye said. “First game of the season at their place. Denby will put a target on your back. And now that B goes there—”
I shot him a cold look and he dropped that line of thought. “I’m just saying, he’ll be out for blood.”
“Or maybe he’ll lay the trap to let you hang yourself.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I narrowed my eyes at Zane, and he shrugged.
“It’s means she’s still your fucking kryptonite and she’s in the hands of your worst fucking enemy.”