We both heard the sound of a body sprinting towards the door. The door lock clicked free and the door swung open. There stood Madison, posing sultrily in nothing but her panties. “Oh! Hi, Hunter. What brings you here?”
“You'll never believe this, Madison, but I found the new girl hiding in the referee's room.” Arms folded, Hunter gestured at me.
Madison looked my way, saw me, and slumped. “Oh. Great.”
“She says the door locked on her and no one could hear her knock.” Hunter stared long and hard at Madison. “Crazy, huh? How could that happen?”
Madison huffed. “Oh please, Hunter—it's just some harmless hazing.”
“Uh huh.” Hunter nodded at me. “Come on, Honor.”
“Thanks,” I quietly muttered as I shamefully slunk past him and Madison.
But why do I feel like I just got myself into evenmoretrouble?
Hunter stood in the doorway, silently smirking at Madison.
“Hey Madison. I want Honor at the commercial shoot next week.”
Madison protested. “But that's for second year girlsonly! It's supposed to be a reward!”
I cut in. I didn't know what shoot they were talking about, but I didn't want to be invited just becausehewanted me there. “Yeah, Hunter, I don't want—”
But Hunter shook his head at us both. “I don't care. I want her there. Honor, you're coming, because I want you there. Madison will give you the details. Right Madison?”
After a pause, Madison begrudgingly sighed. “Yeah. Sure. Right.”
“Great.” With that, Hunter turned and left with a wave. “Night ladies.”
“Bye Hunter,” the girls sang.
And then I felt a room full of judgmental eyeballs on me.
“Way to run to the captain,” Madison mumbled.
Really …? Things just keep getting better.
Chapter 9:
Not Supposed to …
Honor
Thanks to the hazing episode, I was the last girl to leave the arena. I wasn't just mad at Madison—I was mad at Hunter for making things worse for me. He didn't have to chastise Madison like he did … now all the girls thought I was untrustworthy. I could see it in their faces.
Sigh.
It was another cold, late night in Denver. I was dreading the half-mile walk through a harsh, biting wind just to reach Colfax Ave. … where I'd have to stand on the side of the road and wait for the late-night bus to take me home to my new apartment.
But, as I began my trek, the familiar, throaty snarl of a sporty engine prowled alongside me.
Oh no.I knew it was him. I didn't even have to look.
“Hey, Honor!”
I shot him a look. “What?”
“Get in. I'll give you a ride home.”
