Page 106 of How to Score Off Field

I’m not showing yet, but that doesn’t make his intense scrutiny any better. He’s judging me.

First, he judged me for sleeping with his friend, who I care deeply for, then he judged me when he heard I had gotten pregnant.

Brother of the year, you can fuck right off.

When did it get like this?

I thought we were good, he and I. Now suddenly, he’s angry all the time and went to the press without telling me. It’s humiliating and unforgivable.

This isn’t the way I wanted Drew to find out.

I planned to fly to Illinois and break the news in person once I knew for sure that I would stay pregnant.

Now that Grady has forced my hand, I have no choice but to do it sooner.

“How much did they pay you?” Miranda asks my brother.

He shrugs, looking a little sheepish. “Enough.”

“And I don’t suppose you’re going to share any of that with your pregnant sister.”

“I don’t want anything to do with that money,” I say through gritted teeth.

Miranda steps between my brother and I before I scratch his eyes out. “You should go.”

I watch as my best friend walks him to the door, slamming it behind him.

“He is some piece of work,” she starts. “I had no idea what an asshole he is, did you?”

“No.” I walk to the couch and sit, staring blankly at the TV.

Miranda sits down next to me and wraps her arm around my shoulders. “You should stay here tonight. I don’t want you driving back to school when you’re upset. You can sleep in my room with me, mmkay?”

I nod because I don’t have the energy to argue and quite honestly would rather not go home to my roommates.

I still haven’t told them.

They won’t know until I do. They don’t follow sports and have no idea who Drew Colter is, and they sure don’t know that I had sex with him weeks ago.

Sober sex.

I can’t even use alcohol as an excuse….

Drew’s usually warm eyes are now ablaze with anger, and the tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

I take a deep breath, mustering the courage to say the words weighing on me…

Lost.

I have to take another breath.

"Drew," I begin, my voice shaky, "there's something you need to know."

He glares at me, his jaw clenched.

Why is he already angry? I haven’t told him anything?

"What is it, Tess?"

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