Page 61 of Blood Sport

Frowning, I look down at my phone on the bedside table, its screen illuminated. Who the hell is messaging me this late?

When I see Jaylen’s name on the screen, my heart skips a nervous beat.

What does he want?

Jaylen: Are you still going out with

that loser after the game, little angel.

I sit up straighter in bed and stare at his words. I want to tell him that I can do whatever the hell I want because he doesn’t own me, but I don’t. Instead, I say the one thing that I know will piss him off. Why? I don’t know. Maybe I’m just delirious from the lack of sleep I’ve been getting with my constantly racing mind, or maybe it’s because my mind knows that if he is willing to bend me over his motorcycle just for getting another guys number, then who knows what he might do if I go on a date with said guy.

It’s a fucked up thought to have, I know. Jaylen literally killed Roman for what he did to me, so I should be treading lightly in that regard. But I still want to test the bounds and maybe even just fuck with him a little because why not?

I just know this is going to come back and bite me in the fucking ass.

Evie: I am. What are you going to do about it?

What sounds like a twig snapping outside my window captures my attention. The sky is inking black with not a single star twinkling. Even the moon is hidden, not wanting to make an appearance tonight.

My heart rate spikes at the sharp sound. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “It’s probably just a squirrel.”

Ping!

Jaylen: I’ll make you regret it.

Evie: How?

I hold my breath as I wait for his response. It’s probably not wise of me to be egging him on like this, but I must admit that I enjoy it. I’m not used to seeing this possessive side of Jaylen, and while most would tell me to run because it’s a red flag, I tell myself that red is my goddamn favorite color.

It’s almost as if I enjoy walking on fire, waiting for the moment the flames consume every inch of me.

Ping!

Jaylen: Wait and see, little angel.

It’ll be a reminder to any fucker who

thinks they can claim you. The pain I cause

will remind you of what I’m capable of.

I swallow hard and try to ignore the pulsing in my core. Oh, fuck. What the hell have I just gotten myself into?

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Jaylen

If it were possible for my ice-cold veins to be filled with fire, then I would go up in flames like a fucking matchstick. I haven’t known anger like this before, so I don’t know what to do with myself. All I can do is sit and stare at my locker, my right leg bouncing rapidly.

The chatter in the locker room is muffled in my ears like I’m underwater. If I wanted to, I could tune in to the conversation with my enhanced hearing, but all I can hear is that motherfucker saying, “I’ll see you soon,” to my girl. My fucking girl. How dare he think he can even go anywhere near her? And don’t even get me started on her agreeing to go out with him in the first place like she doesn’t know any better.

I made sure to show her why she is my girl and no one else’s. I can still taste Evie’s cum on my tongue and feel how tight her pussy was wrapped around my finger while I had her bent over my motorcycle screaming my name.

Yeah, I’d like to see the fucker try and take my girl away from me. In fact, I fucking dare him.

My fists involuntarily clench on my thighs as I stare ahead, trying to get my anger in check. Knowing that this Kale guy plays on the opposing team tonight has me wanting to go out there and kick his ass, but that would land me in a pool of deep shit with Coach, so I need to reign in some of the anger to get through the game. I can save the ass-kicking for afterward if I have to.

A hard hand comes down on my shoulder. I snap my head up to see Miles looking down at me, dressed in his jersey. “Everything okay, Jay? You look a little tense.”

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