Page 71 of College Hockey Bully

I lunge at him as someone grabs my arm.

Coach.

“Hunter, don’t even think about it.” He shifts between me and Noah. “What’s going on here?”

Noah repeats his atrocious accusation and Coach turns his attention to Scarlett. “I didn’t take his money. I literally just stepped in to put the laundry bags down when Noah showed up. How would I know the combination to his locker, anyway?”

“I left it open, you dumb twat—”

Coach slides me a warning glare as I move toward Noah again. “Cool it, Hunter. Wilson, one more insult and I’m benching your ass.”

Noah huffs. “She was the only one here when I came in. I checked my bag and the money was gone.”

“Doesn’t mean she took it,” I throw at him.

Scarlett turns out her pockets, then gives him a defiant stare. “See? Nothing.”

“Clearly, you already stashed it someplace.” He smirks. “How about we check your stuff?”

“This is ridiculous,” she replies, throwing up her hands.

Coach sighs. “Let’s put this debate to rest, shall we? Scarlett, where’s your bag?”

She hesitates for a brief moment before muttering, “Back in Melissa’s office.”

“Let’s go.” Coach beckons to the exit. Scarlett looks at Noah tentatively, then moves off.

I take one step forward and Cameron grabs me. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m following them.”

“Dude, I know you feel responsible for how Noah treats Scarlett, but you’re doing too much,” Cameron says, his frown deepening. “Unless there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“No, nothing. Fuck.” I stare at the exit. Going after Scarlett would only confirm Cameron’s rising suspicion and I can’t have that.

I feel helpless and I hate it. What’s worse, this keeps being my fucking fault.

“If she didn’t take the money, she’ll prove it—”

“If? Scarlett’s no thief, Cameron.”

“I’d like to believe that, because she’s a nice girl. But Aiden, we know nothing about her.”

“I thought you were on team Scarlett,” I say, raising a brow at him. “What changed?”

“I still think she’s a decent girl, but that’s only from what I observe around here,” he replies. “Outside of Hempton, I know nothing about her.Weknow nothing about her.”

And I’d like to refute that statement, but of course, I can’t. With a sigh, I whip around and head to my locker. I’m down to my towel, ready to hit the showers when Coach walks in with a grave expression.

And Noah wears a triumphant smirk.

My heart sinks to the floor of my stomach when he lifts his man purse and waves it in the air.

Chapter 27

Scarlett

“I swear, Melissa. I don’t know how it got there,” I plead for what’s probably the dozenth time. Resounding shock keeps me frozen at the locker where I store my bag.

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