They won’t let you play football-that’s it. The sullen way he says it irritates me-like this really is my fault instead of his.
“You’ve already ruined my fuckin’ life, Zo. This is definitely not stayin’ away from me.” “Do you really want to make this worse, Jake? You’re supposed to stay away from me. The other two guys close in now, their eyes narrowed on me with contempt.īringing my gaze back to the asshole jock in front of me, I swallow down my fear. “That right?” he asks, yanking me forward by my shirt, then pushing me back against the wall so hard, it rattles my teeth and makes my stomach rock with fear.
That’s how life works when you’re not an untouchable, Jake. You wouldn’t stop, you wouldn’t apologize, and now you’re payin’ for your mistake. “I won’t let you bully me into lying,” I tell him, tilting my chin up. Tell them you were on your period and PMS got the best of you-I don’t give a fuck what you tell them, but you tell them something to make this stop.” You’re going to tell them you were confused, upset, you made a mistake. “Half the fuckin’ season,” Jake says, shaking his head.
Okay? Then you’ll still get to play this year.” I’ll ask him to cut your suspension in half. “Listen, I won’t take back what I said, but I’ll-I’ll talk to the coach. “Wait,” I say, grabbing his hand, trying to stop this before it can go any further.
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