Page 151 of Scoring the Player
Her tongue peeks out as she trembles with a low cackle.
“Ready, killa?” I lead the way out.
“Yeah, but only ’cause I’m hungry. Otherwise, I’d need you to turn around and gimme a tour of the locker room, specifically the shower area.”
I chuckle. “You know backstage access doesn’t include showers.”
“C’mon. You’re supposed to be cooler than Arnie.” She frowns. “He told you, didn’t he? One time. One time I tried to peek Sid’s dick, and now I’m banned for life.”
I stop walking. “What?”
“Don’t judge me. His nipples are pierced, and I was curious, y’know? I have a thing for dick pierci—whoa! Montenero GT!”
I’m smacked with déjà vu from Blue stopping in the middle of the street with the same expression.
“Nineteen hundred horsepower, slingshots from zero to, like, what is it, eighty miles per hour in under two seconds and zero to, like, 200 in twelve?”
I scoff. “Yeah. Eighty-five, damn. You and Blue share the same brain?”
She rolls her eyes. “I taught baby bro everything he knows about cars. Can I drive?”
I shrug and toss her the fob.
“Shut up! Don’t tell Arnaz. He’ll talk you out of it.”
“Uh, why would he talk me out of it?” I call out nervously as she races away.
She pulls her glasses off her head and thumbs them on. “Get in, sweetcakes!”
Cillian sidles up next to me. “Who’s the cutie?”
“Blue’s—Arnaz’s—sister.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You already hanging with the fam? What happened to‘we’re keeping it light?’”
I shrug.
We both jump as a screech of tortured metal music blasts from the car.
“Who is that?” I ask as Cillian whistles.
His face twists. “Death Spells, bruh!”
“Who?”
He’s already gone, reaching into the passenger window and cranking it up.
“What the hell is this?” Zyair approaches, palming his ears.
“Death Spells,” I repeat, grinning as Anaïs moves to her knees as Cillian swings open the door…and they bang their heads in unison, the motion trance-like.
Blue would hate this. I pull out my phone and hit record. My best friend on the Lions and his bestie—and now mine too—vibing.
When I’m about to hit send, I pause.
My shoulders sag as I slide my phone back into my pocket.
I thought we’d turned a corner and were past second-guessing after our time at the cabin.
