He could kill me with the look he’s giving me.
And I don’t care.
If he wanted me to keep it a secret, then he shouldn’t have started a fight with me in the locker room.
Rayn leaves the locker room in a huff.
The linebackers let me go and I go back to my locker.
I take a deep breath.
I’m shaken up. More than I realized.
I didn’t ask to be dropped into Rayn Trist’s life.
I didn’t ask for a shit dad.
He left me, too.
But I’m not taking it out on Rayn.
This is so fucked up.
It’s all just so fucked up.
Chapter Eight
Priya
Zephyr called me after work and asked me to come to dinner with him at this little Mexican restaurant that he found.
It’s not a date.
I mean, he didn’t tell me that it wasn’t a date, but he didn’t tell me itwasa date either.
So, I am going to assume that this is just me and Zephyr as friends over dinner.
When I walk into the restaurant, I see him sitting there with a big black eye and I feel panic instantly set in.
“What? Oh my God. What happened?” I say, running over to him.
I know football is rough, but I’m pretty sure that quarterbacks don’t normally get black eyes.
Zephyr shakes his head.
“Rayn kind of lost it in the locker room today. Don’t worry. I got a few shots in, too,” he said.
I sigh. “Is this how it’s going to be? Because I am game to transfer right now if we need to.”
“No, absolutely not,” Zephyr says. “You were right the first time. I’m not running away. He will have to deal with me. I’m not going away.”
I smile.
I don’t know where this change came from, but I’m proud of him.
Still, I wish that I didn’t have to be worried about him getting a black eye every day.
“Okay,” I say. “If you’re sure about that. I’ll support you.”