Page 34 of Against The Rules

“She’s out of my league,” I say roughly, and the admission hurts. It’s true though. She’s sweet, and smart, and talented, and pretty, and I’m a fucking meathead who catches a ball for a living.

“Well, considering we play for the worst team in the league, you might not be wrong about that.”

I crack a smile at that because he’s not wrong.

“You’ll like her,” I tell him. “She’s… really great. Mom’s going to love her.”

The seconds tick down on the clock, and neither of us are watching, a muscle in Jacob’s jaw twitching.

“You think this is a good idea?”

I shrug. Of course he doesn’t think it’s a good idea. My whole family thinks I’m a reckless hothead.

“It might hurt Mom and Dad if they get attached to her then find out you’ve been lying.”

I glare at him. “They won’t find out, will they?”

“I’m not going to say shit, Ty. You know that.”

The crowd roars, and we both look up. The other team just fucking scored again, because of course they did.

Jacob doesn’t say anything else, but my question still rings in my ears. Our parents won’t find out. Still, uncertainty slithers through me, foreign and uncomfortable.

Maybe I should have thought this through more.

It’s not like my family can think any less of me than they already do, though.

I steal one last look at Savannah, and my doubts wash away. She’s beaming as she turns, waving to the crowd as she exits the field.

Even if my parents find out, at least Savannah will get her business out of it.

They won’t find out, though. No one will, and Savannah will at the very least keep them from interrogating me about settling down or my party boy lifestyle or whatever the fuck else they decide to nag me about.

Savannah’s blonde head disappears through a stadium door, and my heart slams against my chest.

This is going to be worth it. It has to be.

CHAPTER 15

SAVANNAH

My closet silently jeers at me, and I swallow hard, leafing through hanger after hanger of clothes.

“I have nothing to wear,” I whine.

“Where are you going?”

I jump, startled, and Presley lets out a laugh.

“Hey. I thought you were at Trent’s place.”

“I got back a few minutes ago.” She steps towards me, and neither of us say anything else about Trent because it’s way too complicated. At least she doesn’t want to fight with me about him.

I don’t want to fight with her.

“Where are you going?” she asks again, pulling out a light pink dress.

“That’s too short,” I say.

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