I wasn’t.
Blaise and the others from the tryouts are sent to the other locker room. Thank fuck. I think him getting naked in front of everyone would have pushed me to my limit. They would all comment on his size, then compare him to me, and then I’d need to kill them all.
Everyone’s washed and getting dressed.
By the time I finish sorting my bag, I’m alone in the locker room, and when the door opens, I glance up to see…
“Mia?”
She hugs herself, sniffs, her eyes red like she’s been crying. The door closes behind her, and she edges in. “We really need to talk.”
I frown. “Blaise is in the other locker room.”
“I know. I’m supposed to meet him, but I had to see you first.”
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I tilt my head. “What’s wrong?”
“It was a mistake. Please, please don’t try to make him break up with me.”
My brows hike up to my hairline. “What are you talking about?”
“I was drunk, but I remember some of what happened the other night. Blaise can’t know, but it won’t ever happen again. I love him.”
“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re insinuating.” How fucked up was she the other night? I was with Allie.
Mia obviously thinks Blaise was me.
“You need to lay off the booze, Mia.”
She worries her lip and averts her eyes. “I heard you telling Blaise to break up with me the other morning.”
It takes me a long second to figure out what she means, and I let out a snort. “I was fucking with him, but you can do better.”
“I don’t have feelings for you, Cole. I love Blaise.”
Confusion hits me again. “You’re Allie’s best friend. Why would you have feelings for me?”
“Good.” She nods. “If we’re going to pretend it didn’t happen. Okay. But please don’t tell him to break up with me. It was a mistake and it’ll never happen again.”
The door opens, and she flinches as if she was right in front of me and tries to get distance as Blaise walks in, fresh from his shower, his face red. “Did you—” He stops when he sees his girlfriend. “Ah, there you are. Ready?”
He doesn’t even ask her why she’s been crying, which is fucking evident. She nods, glances at me briefly, then walks out. Blaise follows her, pausing in the doorway. “You can barely control your own girlfriend. Stay the fuck away from mine.”
The door slams, and my right eye twitches, both confused as fuck and filling with fury. I drop my bag and fish my phone from my pocket, finding my friend’s contact. He answers on the third ring.
“Do you still have those masks and hoodies?”
“Yeah, man,” Samson replies. “You need them?”
I smirk to myself, already imagining the scene. “Yeah.”
I stare at my phone,my knee bouncing, needing to get rid of this anger, but punching a bag or hitting the gym did nothing to lessen my rage.
Mom texted me earlier, asking me to leave Blaise and his girlfriend alone, and that, with the combination of his words earlier and the way he spoke to me the other morning, I’m about to snap.
Maybe I already snapped?
I type the message out four times, deleting it each time, lying back on my bed and listening to how loud Blaise’s TV is. Mia is in there. I can hear her giggling, and I want to break through his door, tell her to fuck off, and punch Blaise so damn hard, he passes out.
