Page 116 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Don’t get me wrong, Renfrew didn’t take anything away from other departments. Geology, Georgia’s major, for example, had labs, samples, and equipment that rivaled Harvard. But the school treated the football team like royalty. If a player failed a test, the coach arranged a better grade.
It was disgusting, especially when it came to players like Slater. He didn’t even like the game. In fact, he fucking hated it. Yet, he was one of the best linebackers I’d ever seen. Slater was the best linebacker most had seen.
“Hey, Ravi.” One of the players nodded in our direction, then sneered at me. “Issac.”
“Fuck off.” I dismissed him and looked over to the massage tables where Slater sprawled out, groaning as some chick worked on his calves.
“Look at that son of a bitch.” Ravi waved his hand at his brother. “Yesterday he complained for two goddamn hours about practice, and now he’s lying there like the queen of fucking Sheba.”
Slater might not be a fan of the game, but he sure liked the benefits.
“You’re just jealous,” I snorted.
“Um, yeah. Aren’t you?”
“Not really.” If I wanted a massage, I’d get one.
The fact that Slater didn’t have to worry about grades might have made me a little jealous. Not that I had to try hard to stay at the top of my class, but Slater didn’t have to try at all. If he failed, the coach would fix it, or his dad would. The General was all about sports. Mine was all about grades. Anything less than an A was unacceptable.
“Need I remind you, that could’ve been you.” Unlike Slater, Ravi actually liked playing football.
“Yeah, but then my old man would be proud of me, and I can’t have that.”
“So, you torture your brother?” The Pierce twins had this fucked-up good son/bad son game going with their dad.
“Nah,” Ravi smirked. “That’s just a bonus.”
“I say again, you are a horrible brother.”
Ravi arched a brow my way. “And what happened to your brother?”
That was different. It was a trial. And… “My brother was a pussy.”
“Yeah, he kinda was,” he agreed. “Are you sure he was your brother? He once cried for two hours because I broke his toy car. You would’ve made me eat it.”
“I don’t know.” I hadn’t really thought about it before, but it would make sense.
My brother didn’t have an enhancement. Every child fathered by a society member had one—even the girls, of which there was only one, who disappeared shortly after she was born. I wouldn’t be surprised if The Society had her killed. They couldn’t have a woman with any power walking around.
“Come on.” I waved at Ravi to follow and walked over to Slater.
The woman massaging him didn’t say anything when we walked up. She just looked up at us while kneading Slater’s calves. Slater, on the other hand, wasn’t quiet, nor was he happy to see us.
“Ugh,” he grumbled through the hole his face was in. “You have the worst timing, Ravi.”
“How did you know it was me?” He asked.
“No one else would wear those God-awful shoes.”
I had to agree with his brother on that one. Ravi had a collection of shoes, none of which I liked. Especially the red sneakers he had on now.
Ravi looked down at his feet. “What’s wrong with my shoes?”
“So much that I don’t know where to start.”
“Issac likes my shoes.”
I shot Ravi a sneer. “No, I don’t.”
