His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea
It was empty of coaches, but half the team was there, skipping class or getting ready for second-period weights.
The laughter stopped the second I walked in. Lucas Harper was sitting on a bench, shirtless, holding his phone up for a group of sophomores. He looked up, a slow, cruel grin spreading across his face.
"Speak of the devil," Lucas drawled. "We were just talking about you, Captain."
"Don't," I warned, throwing my bag into my locker. "Not today, Lucas."
"Why not? We're just admiring your girlfriend's... entrepreneurial spirit." Lucas stood up, flashing the phone screen at me. "I gotta admit, Kade, I didn't think she had it in her. But hey, two grand a week? That's the rumor, right?"
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