Page 2 of Treacherous
One of my favourite pastimes is driving Jayden insane, even though Jaz tells me it’s a bad idea. To be honest, I agree with her, but I just can’t help it.
Jayden steps forward, grabbing a set of car keys that are sitting on floating shelves in the entrance of the house. He brushes past me, knocking my shoulder slightly. I roll my eyes at his pettiness, but really, I love that I’m already getting under his skin.
I turn, brows pulling together as Jayden strides towards his car. “Where are you going?”
“To see my sister,” He pauses. “You can’t move in yet; your room isn’t ready.”
The other guy–who’s name I still don’t know– opens his mouth, however, one borderline psychotic glare from Jayden causes him to snap his lips shut.
Weird. I don’t think about it any longer, turning away from the grump.
I place my hand out for the guy to shake. “I’m Willow Rogers.”
He smiles. “Sam Morris. Sorry about Jay, I would say he is never like that but he does tend to be a grump every now and then,”
I laugh. “Trust me, I’m confident I bring out the worst in him. All fun and games, really.”
Sam’s eyes bulge. “Oh,”
I raise my eyebrows, questioning his reaction.
“You’rethatWillow Rogers. As in, the number one goal scorer last season. I’m impressed.”
“I’ll take it as a compliment,” I mutter.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Sam asks, genuine surprise written on his face.
My eyes widened. “Most of the time, guys mean it in a passive-aggressive way. As if they can’t believe a woman can play a male-dominated sport and be good at it,”
Sam rolls his eyes, while his nose crinkles. “That’s a stupid opinion. I grew up in a household with sisters and a working mum, so although I might not truly understand what women must endure, I can call out misogyny when I hear it.”
My lips curve upwards. “Thank you.”
I look back to my car, with all my belongings stuffed in old cardboard boxes, barely able to be held together by packing tape. I didn’t realise how much stuff I had until it had to be squeezed into my small vehicle.
I sigh. Surely, Jayden had a room prepared for me, even if he didn’t know it wasmewho was moving in.
“Are you sure I can’t start unloading my boxes? I have a lot of stuff.”
Sam’s hand moves to the back of his neck, eyes travelling to the floor. “I wouldn’t. But that could be me being scared of Jayden,”
Sure, the guy is grumpy and a control freak, but I wouldn’t describe Jayden as scary. Or is that just me? It’s probably both.
“Why the hell are you scared of him?” I ask.
Morris’s cheeks heat, the red flush running down his neck. He fiddles with his fingers, cracking each knuckle. His words are barely a mumble as they leave his mouth.
“I may have slept with his sister in sophomore year. But hey, in my defence I didn’t realise who she was. Jaz only told me her first name. It didn’t end well the next morning,”
“Holy shit. Please tell me they ran into each other?”
My best friend conveniently left this part out for the story when she told me two years ago. When I told her she needed to get out more, fucking her brother’s teammate isn’t what I had in mind.
I suppose it doesn’t matter now. She is so in love with her boyfriend, Theodore Knight, it is sickening.
Sam continues: “Yeah, they did. And it left me with a bruised cheek for a week,”
“Well, if it makes you feel better, Jaz gave me a glowing review.” I say, hoping it will make him turn redder. It does.
