Page 11 of His Pretty Little Lies
“Always.” He smirks. I can’t wait for the day he falls right on his ass. I bet my life he’ll try to hide that shit from everyone. It’s inevitable, though.
“Who are you riding with?”
“You don't trust me.”
“I do; it’s different. The details help to calm me down.” I do feel a tug of guilt questioning him. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop. Not when it comes to this.
Damon and I have always been tight. It’s not normal for me to want every detail when we form a plan. I trust that he’s got his side handled and vice versa, but when it comes to Kinsley, I need all the details. To make sure every I is dotted and T crossed. There’s no room for anything else.
"Going with our cousin, and Mom already picked up Nix."
"Fuck me." I run my hand down my face. Nix's way home slipped my mind—not that she couldn't handle it herself, but who knows what she might get into?
"Told you. I got you. Fucking hell, man."
"Jax!" Coach shouts at me.
"I don't have time for this," I mutter to my brother.
"You do," he says, checking his phone. I want to ask how he knows, but I bite back the question.
"Jax!" Coach shouts again.
"Give me a fucking second!" I bark back, making the whole locker room fall silent. Coach and I stare at each other. He breaks it, stepping back into his office.
"Don't be a dick."
"I don't need him barking orders at me. I don't get paid to do this shit." It’s starting to piss me off.
"Not what it's about." I get that. I do. Our parents put us in sports and school to learn rules and boundaries. Whatever. I don't even want to be here.
"Go pretend you can be a normal human." I nod, then head into Coach's office. I don't apologize. He and I have been butting heads since the start of practice this year.
I let him drone on about a few plays and the upcoming game this Friday. I need to strike another deal with Kinsley to make sure she's at the game. I'm guessing she will be. It's the first of the year, and she's the head of the media department of our school. Need to make sure she doesn’t send out another classmate to cover it.
"Are you listening to me, Jax?" Coach Kaufman lets out a loud sigh.
"Kinsley Blake."
"Notebook girl?" Coach questions. "She does all of the stories."
"I want her at the game." Coach has power of his own. He, without a doubt, has to be the highest-paid employee of the school. I'm sure he's had other offers for college coaching positions, but he took on this one for the pay.
"That's where your head is at?"
"If she's not there, I'm not there."
"That's how it is?"
"That's how it is," I confirm.
It's time for everyone to know where I stand when it comes to Kinsley Blake.
Chapter Eight
KINSLEY
Ifidget with the note I found slipped into my locker. I have no clue what to make of it. It said they had a story for me. That sounds wonderful and all, but it also said the story was about Jax Marino.
