“Desperate,” I added, feeling a strange dip in my stomach. Ignoring it, I pushed my plate away, slid on my glasses, and pulled out my sketch pad and pencils.
“What’re you working on?” Flick leaned over to get a better look. “Wow, that’s good, Hails, really good.”
Pride swelled in my chest. I didn’t draw for other people, but it never hurt hearing someone appreciated your art. The piece, a sketch of kids filing into school I’d titled ‘first day rush’, had taken me hours but it still wasn’t quite finished. I liked to carry a project around with me for moments like this.
Moments where I needed to escape all the bullshit that came with being Jason Ford’s step-sister.
“Hmm, Hails.” Flick’s voice ruined my concentration and I glared at her.
“What?”
“Is that any way to greet your... friend?
I glanced over my shoulder to find Asher Bennet standing behind me, a smug grin plastered on his face.
“What do you want?” Pencil poised between my fingers, spine rigid, I readied myself for whatever bullshit he was about to throw my way.
The tables surrounding us had grown quiet. Everyone knew Jason and I were step-siblings. Everyone also knew there was no love lost between us. He didn’t usually come after me during school, preferring to keep our games out of the public eye, so whenever he or one of his friends approached me, it usually warranted everyone’s attention.
“I just wanted to return this.” He plucked something from behind his back, dropping it on the table in front of me.
My eyes widened and then narrowed at him with contempt. “Where the hell did you get this?” Heat flamed my cheeks as I covered the familiar black lacy bra with my hands, slowly dragging it toward me. It was a stupid question, one I already knew the answer to, but he’d caught me off-guard.
“You left it at my house.” Asher stroked his jaw, raising his voice a few decibels to make sure everyone in the immediate vicinity heard him. “When we... you know...” His brows quirked up, a wicked smirk plastered on his face.
The table across from us all snickered, a low rumble of whispers starting to build around me. Son of a bitch. I balled my hands into fists, my nails biting into my palms. There was no way to spin this to my advantage and from the arrogant glint in his eye, he knew it.
I knew if I looked over at the football table, Jason would be watching his plan unfold just the way he’d hoped. I was foolish to let my guard down. But after three days of radio silence, a tiny part of me had hoped he’d finally called a truce. Stupid girl. There would never be a truce between us, and I’d stopped wondering a long time ago why he hated me so much.
But I refused to just roll over and take his shit.
I couldn’t.
Keeping my glare on Asher, and not the football table, I stood up, and before I could stop myself, I slapped him. The crack of my palm against his cheek pierced the air and his eyes darkened. “What the—”
“You promised,” I cried with Oscar-worthy gusto. “You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone. I thought… I thought I meant something to you. I thought you loved me.”
He jerked back. “L- loved you?” Asher laughed but it came out all strangled and wrong. “I never said—”
“Sure, you did.” I inched closer to him, lowering my eyes and gazing at him with what I hoped were convincing puppy-dog eyes. “Right after we… did it, you said you loved me.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason moving toward us, anger burning in his blue eyes. Knowing I had his attention, I continued. “I know you’re worried about what Jason will say, Ash, but it’s okay.” My hands slid up his chest and his expression fell. “We can be together. Jason won’t… Oh, hi, Jason.” I finally looked at him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he seethed, derision rolling off him.
Stepping back, I moved closer to Jason, cutting us off from prying eyes since we had the attention of the entire cafeteria now. “You think you’re so fucking slick,” I said through gritted teeth, still smiling. “You’ll have to try a damn sight harder than that to embarrass me.”
The second I said the words, I saw his eyes light up. Crap. I usually didn't bite, but he got under my skin so much. Too late now though, I’d openly challenged him. And Jason never backed down from a challenge.
One of the few things we had in common.
“Jase.” The sound of Cameron’s gruff voice startled me. I hadn’t even realized he had approached us. My eyes lifted to where he stood to the side of Asher. “Come on, she isn’t even worth it,” he said coolly, not even flinching as the words left his lips, his eyes refusing to meet mine.
But I did flinch.
Even now, after all these years, it was hard to forget Cameron wasn’t a good guy. He was a jerk, just like my step-brother and Asher and the rest of the football team. But until this week, he’d never been so obvious about his dislike for me. Not that it really mattered because the feeling was entirely mutual.
Flick had it wrong.
So wrong.
Cameron didn’t want me, he wanted to ruin me. And aside from being my step-brother’s little bitch, I had no idea why.
“You should listen to him, Jase,” I mocked. “Wouldn’t want people to think you were—”
“Okay, Hails.” Flick’s arms came around my waist and she started yanking me away. “I think your work here is done.”
The three of them stared after me, a mix of confusion, contempt, and challenge glittering in their eyes. Most girls would have been afraid. Most girls would have run off to the bathrooms and cried over the possibility of the most popular guys in school coming after them.
But I wasn’t most girls.
“What the hell was that?” Flick hissed the second we spilled out of the cafeteria. She shoved my messenger bag at me.
“What? I wasn’t going to stand by and let Asher do that.”
“But calling Jase out like that?”
With a small shrug I took off toward the art studio. I had a free period next and Mr. Jalin was more than happy for me to use one of the rooms, as long as I cleaned up after myself. And I needed to paint away my frustrations.
Flick caught up to me. “Hey, I didn’t mean—”
I ground to a halt and met her apologetic gaze. “I know. I just… ugh! He’s so infuriating. Do you think I want to spend senior year going back and forth with him? Trust me, I don’t. But I can’t do nothing either.”
I’d tried that before and it didn’t work. In ninth grade I’d decided to ignore them. If I didn’t react, they’d get bored, right?
Wrong.
The final straw had been when Jason paid Macaulay Denver to ask me out to the spring dance. He was so sweet and insistent, and we shared a common aversion to the football team. It had been impossible to say no to him, but I should have known it was all a ruse. I should have known my twisted step-brother had something to do with it. But I was fourteen and I wanted one night of teenage normalcy.
Macauley’s mom had driven us to school and like a true gentleman, he’d opened the door for me and held my hand as we walked into the gymnasium. After finding us a table, Macauley had made sure I was comfortable before going to get us a drink. I’d watched the other kids dancing, laughing, and smiling, and for those few precious minutes, I’d felt like one of them. Until ten minutes later when I saw Macaulay making out with his real date, Sarah McKrinsky. Jason had taken great pleasure in telling me the truth, smirking down at me with Cameron and Asher flanking his side like evil lieutenants. I could have run out of there with tears in my eyes and my heart in tatters, but I didn’t. Because Jason underestimated me. He failed to realize that every time he toyed with me, every time he tried to beat me down, it only made me stronger. And my walls were so impenetrable now, I wasn’t sure there was anything more he could do to hurt me.
Much to my step-brother’s annoyance, I’d stayed at the dance that night. Flick and her date were more than happy to let me play third wheel and we’d danced and laughed until the music died and the lights came up. Macaulay had even apologized; saying he felt bullied into going along with it. After all, you didn’t tell Jason Ford no. Even then, at the tender age of fourteen, people treated him differently because of his talent on the field. Because of his father’s legacy. Ninth-graders rarely had college scouts come out to see them, let alone ask for a verbal commitment to their school, but Jason did. I soon realized it was only going to get worse as he got older. Ignoring him wasn’t going to work, so I had no choice but to step up and play his games.
It was hardly any surprise when I never got asked out again.
“I know, I know.” Flick sighed. “I just worry about you. I know he’s never taken it too far, but something feels different this year.”
She wasn’t wrong. I felt it too. The change. The shift in the air.
But what choice did I have?
This was my school, my life, and I’d be damned if Jason Ford stole that from me too.
Cameron I left Asher and Jase in the gym with the excuse I had to meet with the guidance counsellor. I didn’t, but they didn’t need to know that. The halls were empty as I made my way to the art studio. Hailee had a free period which meant there was only one place she would be. So it was hardly a surprise when I found her in one of the smaller rooms. The door was ajar and I slipped inside, closing it behind me. It was a risk coming here, but no one would dare question me. And if anyone did run their mouths, I’d spin it to my advantage. Say I was doing Jase a favor, warning her to back off. Hailee was straddling a chair, her back to me. Her dark blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun, strands falling around her face as she swiped the paintbrush against the canvas in long angry strokes. Every now and again, she paused, inclining her head, revealing the delicate slope of her neck. The oversized shirt she wore—no doubt to protect her clothes underneath—combined with her black framed gl
Telling myself I hadn’t almost just kissed her.“So, what did Miss Hampstead say?” Asher asked as we met up outside class.“She just wanted to run by my college applications again.”Jase scoffed. “Like she doesn’t know exactly where you’re headed.”“Nothing’s a given,” I said quietly as we made our way to the locker room.“You’ll be at Penn State with me.” He spoke the words with no hesitation. None. As if it was already a done deal.I gave him a hard look. “I’m not the golden boy of Rixon.” The corner of my mouth lifted. “There’s no guarantee the scouts will—”“They’ll want you,” he said, cutting me off. “You already know they’re interested.”“I need to have other options though.” Besides, I wasn’t even sure if the call did come, that Penn State was what I wanted. It was an Ivy League school and Ivy League meant expensive. So even though it was one of the top football programs in the country, when I had interest from Pittsburg and Michigan State that would most likely come hand-in-ha
“What are you going to do?”“Do?”“Yeah.” Her eyes darted to mine. “I mean, he threatened you.”“It’s nothing new, Flick.” I’d been dealing with their shit for years. “If Jason backs down, so will I, but we both know that will never happen.”“So I guess I know the answer to my next question.” Guilt flashed in her eyes causing me to incline my head as I studied her.“Something you want to tell me?” My brow rose as I licked the spoon clean.“Well, I was thinking, since it’s senior year and all, and since we’ll never get these experiences again…” Flick inhaled a deep breath. “That... maybe… weshouldgotothepeprallynextweekend.” The words came out in a blast of strawberry scented breath.“Hold up a minute. You want to go to that thing? We never go.” We hated those things. Not to mention the fact it was an entire night dedicated to the football team in all their asshole-glory.“I know, I know.” She hung her head in shame. “It’s just I made this stupid list.”“List?” That got my attention. “
“I’m not...” I pressed my lips together, swallowing the argument lodged in my throat. Because Flick was right. Until now, I had no idea she felt that way.“I don’t want to be the next Khloe Stemson. I don’t want to join the cheer squad and throw myself at the Raiders feet, that’s not what this is. I just don’t want to graduate and have all these regrets.” She wafted the list in the air with a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”“I’m sorry I’m such a hardened bitch who ruins your life.”“Hails...”“Joke.” I held up my hands. “I’m joking.” For the most part anyway. “I need to pee; I’ll be right back. Can I get you anything else? My treat?”“Hmm, I shouldn’t.” Her gaze flicked to the counter. “But I’d accept one of those rocky road brownies as a peace offering.”With a weak smile and a heavy heart, I stood up. “Consider it done.” Making my way inside the store, I headed toward the back where the restrooms were.Flick’s admission had caught me completely off-guard. There was
Little sister?He was barely two months older than me.“Yeah, like Jenna Jarvis’ pussy,” Asher snickered, and I shot him a disgusted look. “What?” He pouted.“You’re a pig.”“Naw, baby, I’m a Raider and we know how to ride real damn—”“Let’s get out of here already, I’m fucking bored.” Cameron started walking away. Asher blew Flick a kiss before taking off after his friend, but Jason hovered. His eyes still trained right on me.“What?” I barked.Without another word, he shook his head and went after them.“And you want to embrace that?” I said incredulously, dropping back down on the bench.“I didn’t… I’m not… God, you’re right,” Flick said, her cheeks still pink. But as I watched her watching the three of them stalk off toward Asher’s car, laughing and joking, I realized she did want that. She wanted to go to their stupid party and get drunk and make out with some random guy. Maybe even make out with one of them. I suppressed a shudder.I’d been so consumed with the rivalry between m
His eyes lingered on me a second longer, then he spun around and followed Asher. I sagged back against the counter, releasing the breath I’d been holding. Jase didn’t get it. He didn’t get why anything would take precedence over football. Over college. I guess that’s what made him different—what gave him an edge other players didn’t have. He was detached enough from life to make the sacrifices required, and then some. He didn’t worry about family because his team, football, was his family. I guess he’d learned that from his dad. But my dad hadn’t been a rising football star, and although he supported me, supported the team, he also had other things going on that required his attention.Sometimes, it felt like I was standing at a crossroads: one foot planted firmly in my dreams of football and college and the promise of going all the way to the NFL; the other remaining rooted in real life where dreams didn’t always come true and life wasn’t always fair. And balancing the two… well, it
With Miley I felt no expectation, no pressure to promise things I couldn’t give her. We hooked up, used each other to escape, just for a little while. And when we were done, we went our separate ways until the next time.“Why so glum, Chase? It’s senior year,” she said looking out over the party.“Do you ever get tired of it?” I asked her quietly.“I get tired of not being able to eat what I want when I want, if that’s what you mean?” Miley let out a long groan. “What I wouldn’t give to be able to go to Pepe’s Pizza and eat a whole pepperoni and onion to myself and then make myself sick on cookie dough ice-cream. But it’s the sacrifice we make.” She glanced at me, smiling.“A little birdie told me you’re going to commit early to Alabama?”“That birdie would be right.”“Nice.” I envied her being so sure, so certain of her future.“It’s a big move but it’s the best program in the country, and I want to be the best.” She gave me a warm smile. “What about you? A little birdie, also known
Flick hiccupped again before handing me the cannister and sticker. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”“Do you even need to ask?”“I guess not. But, Hails, you don’t need to do this, not for me.”“Hush now, I need to concentrate.” I read the instructions again, my glassy eyes making everything a little blurred. When I was sure I had it, I gave Flick my attention. “Wait here, okay? I won’t be long.” Slipping my hood over my head, I pulled the cord to conceal as much of my face as possible and slowly inched from the trees.The front of the house was steeped in darkness; all noise and music coming from around the back. I’d never been in Asher’s house before, but everyone knew his parents were rich. I had overheard kids at school talk about his infamous parties down by the lake his property backed onto. My eyes darted left and right, making sure no one was around, before I cut across the driveway to the row of cars. Asher’s Jeep, Cameron’s truck, and finally my target: Jason’s restored