Page 68 of Scrimmage

“You’re gonna break an arm someday, and we are not going to be liable,” Bear warns from his position by the door.

I throw my arms around him. “Bear, you beautiful strong man, you.”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, begrudgingly hugging me back. “Do you have some ID, Bradshaw?”

“My beautiful smile.” I bat my eyelashes. “And some weed?”

He sighs and holds his hand out. I place a baggie in it, and he shoves it into his pocket. “I only do this because you’re so fucking annoying when you stand out here and check IDs with me.”

“You know you love me,” I sing song.

“Cole.” Bear nods. “Penny.”

“Hey,” they greet him in tandem.

“ID?” he asks Vale. He knows I hate Vale, and it’s even funnier to watch Vale get flustered.

He pulls out his wallet and shoves his ID into Bear’s face. “I’ll have you know that in most countries the legal limit is eighteen years of age.”

“If it weren’t for Penny I wouldn’t let you in at all,” Bear growls. Vale shuts up at that and saunters in behind Penny and Cole.

Koda and Alexi both pull out their wallets.

“Alexi Daemon and Koda Armory? Are they here with you?” Bear asks.

“If I say no do they have to leave?”

Bear checks out their birthdays. “Daemon gets a pass for last weeks game, and Armory is twenty-one. So he’s allowed to be here.”

“The Universe hates me.” I cross my arms and scrunch up my face.

Alexi winks at me as he heads inside, and Koda has a smug fucking look on his face.

“What are you doing hanging out with football players? Isn’t that practically against your religion?” Bear asks.

“I didn’t say it was by choice.”

“I mean the quarterback? Really moving up in the world.”

“Alexi is the running back. Ugh, I hate that I know that,” I grumble.

“Not Daemon.” Bear drops his voice. “Koda Armory. He’s the captain of the football team. Led them to a Championship last year.”

Koda is the fucking quarterback? This is so much worse than I could have imagined. I figured out that he was on the football team at the Weekender, but the team captain? I want to deck myself in the face. Of course I had sex with the king of football assholes.

“Can you get tickets?” Bear interrupts my thoughts.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking serious.”

“Ask them yourself.” I huff, shoving past him into the bar.

Penny and the others are sliding into a booth where Ava is sitting next to Cole. They’re cute together. He hangs on every word she says before getting up to get her a drink.

“You’re not twenty-one.” If I hadn’t smelled him when I stepped through the door I would have jumped.

“You’re on the football team.”

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