Page 26 of Unlovable Player

“Why did you do that?”

“What?”

“Invite her to the game.”

He snorts and puts his feet up on the desk before I swat them down.

“Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? Drum up business?”

“You might have had to force people to go to your games at Yale, but here, people go on waiting lists to get hockey tickets.”

He ignores me. “She seems like a nice girl.”

“I didn’t say she didn’t.”

“Not my type, obviously.”

My face flushes again and I make a big show of checking my phone.

“Bored?” Yale asks.

“I’m waiting for Prof to post the results for an assignment I handed in last week.”

“It wasn’t for business class was it?”

I roll my eyes. “No, but you should know when your assignments are due. You can’t stay on the team, if you don’t have a ‘C’ grade average.”

“Don’t worry, I’m smart.”

“Humble too.”

He snorts. “Humility’s for losers.”

What a surprise.

When I look over at Hayes’ side of the table, he’s snarling at Yale and I get the urge to move away from him and pretend we’re not talking.

Yale follows my gaze and sighs. “He’s going to have to get over it, it’s not your fault Coach moved me up.”

“You don’t do yourself any favors.”

“What do you mean?”

He’s looking at me with big eyes, all innocent.

“Forget it.”

“No, what?”

“You don’t listen.”

“I’m listening now.” He flutters his eyelashes.

With a sigh I turn in my chair to face him. He’s fixing me with his stupid big eyes. A hint of that arrogant smirk playing in the corners of his lips.

“If you tried a little of that humility you’re so disdainful of, maybe everyone on the team wouldn’t hate you so much.”

I think I see a flicker of emotion rush across his face before he manages to fix his expression. “Everyone?” he asks.

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