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“If that were Libby going into the locker rooms alone, into one of the private trainer rooms, you really telling me you would just wait out here and not give a shit? You and I both know he’s a dipshit.”

“He’s trying to get a rise outta you,” Crank reminded me. I tore my helmet off my head and handed it to him.

“And if he’s treating her in any way that’s not respectful, he’s going to get one.” I turned, ignoring him calling my name or the fact I got some of the coaches’ attention.

I didn’t look back. I jogged towards the lockers hoping to god my girl was safe.

CHAPTER 14

MATTIE

“You can close the door,you know?” Tucker Pearson said with a hint of ickiness in his voice.

“No thank you.” I sighed. This guy was a piece of work. Sleazy with a capital S. I opened the drawers of the cabinet and glanced down.

I hated being here alone with him.

I’d hated how eerily empty the walk to the locker room and trainers’ rooms had been. It was like not one other soul was down here. I shook the thought away. I had to be a professional. I could handle this. I was being paranoid.

I took out what I would need to ice his calf again. He had told my boss it was still bothering him, but there was something about the way he had approached us that set me on edge. There had been an arrogance in his tone, and then there was the way he looked at me. Like I was a piece of meat he wanted to devour. Just the thought of having to be close to him, much less touch me, made my stomach turn.

“What’s your problem with me, Mattie? Why don’t you like me?”

“I don’t not like you. I’m just not interested,” I answered as politely and clearly as I could.

“Whoa! Not interested, huh? Who said I was? You’re not exactly my type, you know?” I rolled my eyes as I reached for the K tape my boss wanted me to put on him. “Is it because of Macabee? You know he’s not the hot shit everyone makes him out to be, right?”

“Tuck—"

“I’m serious,” he cut me off, and I rolled my eyes. “He has a roster a mile long.” The guy scoffed, and I closed my eyes. I knew that wasn’t true. Dylan was only with me. Time wise, he wouldn’t have any to spare. Plus, I trusted Dylan. We’d been inseparable the last two weeks. Everything was amazing. Not that we had time to go out on a date or anything, but we had been hanging out in my dorm like crazy. “

“But then again, maybe Fattie Mattie broke him?” he teased. My teeth mashed together so I wouldn’t call him an idiot. “That why he’s been following you around?”

“What?” I turned, and my eyes widened.Shit.I realized just how much I’d messed up trying to avoid him by getting the supplies and keeping my back to him. “What the hell are you doing?” I hissed, trying to make sense of what the hell I was seeing.

Tucker Pearson’s jersey was off, something that was completely unnecessary and inappropriate for what he needed done. Not only was he shirtless, but only his pads lay beneath. He had started to untie his uniform pants, and by the mediocre tenting in the front, it was obvious he was hard. He stepped forward slowly only to stop and look at me.

“You have great tits. I get why he follows you into the showers every night.” My brows bunched and his eyes darkened. “I thought it was because you two were fucking in there. You know, a quick hook-up. But by the look on your face right now, you didn’t know.”

“You’re lying,” I said softly, and the bastard had the audacity to laugh.

“I’m lying? Why don’t you ask him?” He shrugged before stepping back. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he simply reached and pushed the door shut. Though, he didn’t toss it hard enough and it didn’t close all the way. He noticed it, too, and smirked.

“Maybe you like being watched?” His eyes roamed up and down my body before he started to make his way towards me. “You an exhibitionist, Mat?” My back hit the cabinet of supplies behind me, and I winced. A shot of pain ran through me.

“Look, I don’t know what you think you are doing, but you need to back the hell off––“

“You know exactly what I’m doing,” he sneered. “Come on.” His hand moved to my hip, and I smacked it away.

“I’m not kidding, Tucker, back off.” I tried to push, but he didn’t budge. Not even an inch. The guy, as shitty of a football player as he was, was still solid and strong.

“You’re giving that pussy to Macabee, you can give it to me.” He got closer, and I tried to push him off again, but nothing.Why the hell didn’t I take some kind of self-defense class?I tried to wrack my brain for what to do in situations like this. I looked around at what was on top of the cabinet. Something, anything to use as a weapon, but all I had was a handful of sports wrap and plastic bags.

“Look, this isn’t funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny, Fattie Mattie.” He laughed sardonically. “He follows you around.” He glared. “Everywhere you are, he’s there. Always. And you never seem to notice. You didn’t know that, did you?”

“That’s not true.”

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