Bad side

CHAPTER TWO

DAHLIA

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Lily kept her face down. " I didn't mean to do this."

"So he forced you. Is that what you are saying?" I tried to keep my voice calm and collected.

Getting mad was giving them too much credit for hurting me.

This was so embarrassing and painful, but I could save face. I could carry myself with dignity and not show emotion.

That much I could do.

She looked at me and down again.

I was much older than Lily. She knew as much as I did that her life here was because of me.

"I ...he didn't. But I'm sorry Dahlia. I feel so miserable now. I'm---"

" That's enough!" Evans shot at her, buttoning up his fly. "Shut your mouth."

Startled, she looked at him. "Evans?"

"You heard me. Shut up and get out."

Surprise was on her features, but she nodded and with one more remorseful look at me she went away.

At that point I knew what this was all about.

Lily was 18. A naive girl who was still coming off puberty and all that.

Evans had used her.

Played with her girly emotions.

Seduced her.

Because I could see real pain in Lily's face at knowing she had hurt me. And I could tell at the same time she was under Evan's spell.

Evans was an upcoming rookie player. Slowly building his way, making an entry into the list of the hotties.

And all that, with my help and the way I kept polishing his image to perfection.

"She was my cousin. You should have left her alone. She doesn't know any better,"

My words were weak. I knew. I was battling with the pain in my chest and at the same time a swirling view of my surrounding that made it almost unlikely to remain on my feet.

Evans rolled his eyes. "Yeah whatever. She is old enough to make decisions for herself."

My mouth dropped.

I couldn't believe it!

Did he just give me this response?

Oh gods! Who was I even dating?

I was beginning to realize maybe I never even knew him.

I didn't know who Evans was. Before that is.

Because now he was starting to come to limelight.

"How dare you! Evans!" My heart was racing, shredding.

"What do you want me to say? Yeah you've seen it all. What else do you want?"

I scoffed, trying to hold back the tears that climbed my throat.

The tears that threatened to blur my sight.

"Yeah. I have indeed seen it all. We are done Evans." I threw his key towards him. It clanged against the black steel treadmill he was close to and fell on the floor.

"You should be more respectful towards me Dahlia ... maybe then I wouldn't consider fucking others."

" Fuck you Evans!" The tears rolled down now.

I didn't stop them.

My head was ringing.

My ears were ringing.

"Fuck you! And I am done with you!"

He shrugged. "Alright. If you say so. Ensure that you don't fail to show up to work tomorrow. And I might require you to come a bit earlier. Preseason games start soon." He casually relaxed against the wall.

" Yeah. I am done working for you as well."

His face dropped. " You are joking."

He knew what it meant for him.

I alone knew how to clean his mess up. And boy did he get into so many messes.

Scuffles with players from opponent teams.

Arrogant attitude to fans who wanted to talk to him.

Fights with his own teammates. But so far, most of them decided to stay off his bad side.

Even the team's public pr department which most of the hockey players worked with, didn't think they could manage Evans as much as I did and commended me from time to time.

"You heard me. I'm done." My face was cold, yet it was a sharp contrast to the hotness in my chest.

He chuckled. "Then tell me ...who are you going to work with? As you already know, all the players are using the team's pr department. Or you didn't realize I was actually doing you a favor?" A smirk that irritated me so much, formed on his lips. "Get back to work tomorrow Dahlia."

"Are you deaf? I said I am done."

A realization started forming in his eyes.

In his face.

It became clear to him I was serious. "What's making you this cocky? Because you think you are the best? Well here's what you don't realize." He got off the wall. "Even if you manage to pitch yourself to any of the other players ...none of them will take you. Maybe you are forgetting they are all good with me. And no one wants to get on my bad side."

He had a point.

All the players avoided having issues with him. For the sake of teamwork and togetherness.

Because the thing with Evan was he really didn't care about team. He could scatter a playoff if he got pissed.

And the coach would still consider him on the team because he was fast rising.

But there was one person. One person who didn't care about none of that.

The hockey captain. Giveon Richardson

They hated themselves so much. Evans, because Giveon was at the top and he coveted the position.

Giveon, because Evans wouldn't stop being a pain in his butt. And a mess on the rink that the coach just wouldn't clean up.

If it was left to Giveon, Evans would have been out since ..and that pissed him off.

Because Evans used that to taunt him, making him feel like he couldn't do anything.

And I was caught in the middle.

Yes, Giveon hated my guts as well. Who wouldn't, the girlfriend of your worst enemy?

"There's still Giveon ...and I am going to work with him." I blurted without thinking twice about my foolish statement.