Puck me. I’m yours
Amara quickly reached to grab my phone, but I dodged, making her fall onto me instead.
"Show me that I can handle Webb for you; this is already enough evidence to have him sit out half the season." Amara reached for my phone again, but I pulled it back.
"I don't want him sitting out half the season," I whispered, and her eyes went cold in an instant.
"Don't tell me you still love that idiot," she spat bitterly.
"I don't," I answered honestly. "But who says I can't hate him? Moreover, playing clean has never been something I'm good at." Amara raised an eyebrow, but I just shrugged and leaned against the window, waiting for her to drive us home.
In a game of chess, the board holds two players.