Page 89 of Before I Loved You

“Paul!”

My eyes dart to the back of the court to find Glen calling for me, frantically waving me over.

“What’s up? And where the hell have you been? I had to warm up with Jamie.” I throw my hands in the air dramatically. He knows how much I hate changes because they throw me off my game, and let’s just say I don’t like feeling off my game.

He rolls his eyes. “I think there is a bigger problem than you having to play nice with Jamie for ten minutes.”

I arch a brow. Now, I’m curious.

He glances around, noticing Coach Rivers talking with the officials in the back. “Let’s talk in private.” He strides toward the locker room, and I willingly follow as a cloud of impending doom hangs above us.

Walking past my teammates, I see them all on the court, warming up smoothly, ready to take on the opposing team. We’ve been on a consecutive winning streak for the past few weeks and need this win tonight to keep heading in the right direction toward March Madness.

And I won’t let anything distract me from getting us all there.

After the door swings shut behind us, Glen turns, dragging a hand over his face before pacing back and forth.

“What’s going on, man? You’re kind of freaking me out.” I cross my arms over my chest, waiting.

He lets out a rush of air, pausing mid-step to look at me. “I figured I should tell you about my conversation with your girl.”

My stomach tightens as his words roll over me. “Tell me.”

“Well.” He drops his sports bag on the ground and takes a seat on a nearby bench, staring up at me. “She heard me telling someone in class today that I could hack into the professor’s computer to switch their grade.”

“I thought I told you to stop doing that shit,” I scold.

“I know. I know. But I need the money.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Anyway, she just approached me outside the entrance asking if I could hack into someone’s computer and phone for her.”

My eyebrows pinch together. “Whose?”

“You’re not going to like this…”

“Glen,” I grit out.

He reaches into his pocket and removes a phone, holding it out for me to take.

“It’s Greyson’s,” he says as my fingers wrap around the clear plastic case surrounding it.

My stomach plummets. Anything involving Greyson is not good. And the fact that Sarah is entangled just makes me want to strangle him without even knowing what’s going on.

“You’re sure?” Why the hell would she want Glen to hack into his things?

“Positive. But this is the reason why I’m telling you.” He sighs, looking up at the ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fucking tell me, Glen.”

“She told me she needs me to delete a…”

“A what?” I clench my jaw, agonizing over the anticipation of what will come out of his mouth.

“A video…”

My vision goes blurry as I shake my head, blood pounding in my ears. “I’m sorry. Say that again.”

Glen pinches the bridge of his nose, wincing. “A video. She needs a video erased from his things.”

Rage boils beneath my skin. There’s only one kind of video that comes to mind. And to think that he has a video like that of Sarah causes me to only see red.

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