Page 69 of Forget Me Twice

For real this time.

The shrill, piercing sound of a whistle slices through my thoughts like a Razorhead arrow. The ref’s calling the end of the quarter, and signaling the end of the game. Fuckingfinally. Not that I’ve been paying much attention, but still. Greenwich High is always a guaranteed win for us.

God knows I could’ve spent the entire time on the court with my eyes closed and my hands on my dick, and I would’ve had no trouble heading off any of their basic as shit defensive zone plays.

And I don’t even like this game.

Truth be told, I’m only on this fucking team because of Apollo. Ares had thought it would be a“good outlet”for me.

Apollo had agreed.The beautiful traitor.

Something about too much excess energy spilling over into our ‘extra curricular’ work, and how I needed to“pull my head in”before I“got us all killed”.

Bunch of fucking mother hen bullshit if you ask me.

My grin slips and I scowl again. Now that I’ve stopped moving, my brain has started crowding back in and my limbs ache with my latest irritation.

From the moment that video hit the inboxes of the entire graduating class, I’ve found myself operating on an even sharper knife’s edge than normal. I’m sure just about anybody could read the murderous intent that’s been written all over my face since Monday.

Posturing little bitches.

Just thinking about them has angry tingles prickling up and down my neck like TV static.

It wasn’t a difficult thing to access Reid Adam’s accounts and wipe the original’s footprints from all her socials. Especially with everyone busy losing their minds after someone found Zoe Nguyen with a broken neck in the showers of the girl’s locker room. It gave me the distraction I needed to work my magic on all the devices using the Academy’s network settings.

I couldn’t unring the bell on the mass text however. Too many people had already seen it. Which I don’t fucking like.I also don’t like that they were smart enough not to talk about it online where I could hack their message history, so I have no hard proof of what actually went down.

All I’ve got to go on is a video of our girl shooting up and totally fucking out of it. I don’t care that there was a needle in her arm. I care that it doesn’t look like she’s in control. That she was in pain.

I could tell she’d been struggling to focus in the alley that night; the edges of her words had been a little slurred. I’d thought maybe she’d just been a little drunk, but after seeing that video, it makes so much more sense.

I wouldn’t think she’d have bothered following Hades through the Underground if she’d only been drinking. But high? I can see it. A lot of the shit on the streets will turn you paranoid.

All I know is nothing about that video feels right, and I should know—control and I aren’t on the best of terms.

I do my best to drown out the sound of the stadium’s cheers and my teammates’ bullshit, and jog over to our bench to cool down instead. As I run a towel over my neck and shoulders, I let my gaze roam over the crowd.

Holy shit.

She’s actually here—sitting half a dozen rows away, and next to Wren Jacobs and Lincoln Reynolds of all people. Her face is carefully blank, and after scanning the other students around her it quickly becomes painfully obvious why.

Everyone within earshot of her seat is still whispering and giving her theteen gossipside-eye. It’s been days now.

My blood pressure is rising and not in a way I normally enjoy.

As if she can hear every dark thought now churning in my skull, Sabine flicks her attention courtside, finding me straight away like we’re two fucking magnetics. Her eyes look dark and glimmering from where I stand.

A ghost of a smile appears, and then she tilts her head, taking me in as if she’s busy weighing and measuring my soul from on high like some bored demi-goddess.

It sends a shiver rippling through tense muscles that I feel all the way down to my cock.

God, she’s fucking gorgeous.

I know Apollo’s had that mouth. Those lips look like they’re made for sucking dick. But me? I can’t wait to getmytongue onher.

I’m willing to bet she tastes so fucking sweet between those thighs that she gives me a goddamn toothache.

As she continues to stare me down, I let my thoughts play out across my face, hoping she can decipher my intentions. Then I jerk my chin towards the locker room. Apollo’s busy doing Team Captain shit. It’ll be easy to slip away.

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