Page 112 of Devil's Bargain

He’s unfazed by my glare. “Anyone else?”

He wouldn’t look so smug if I punched him in the face!

“What’s wrong?” Jamie whispers next to me, his brows furrowed.

“I realized something.”

“Yeah?”

I stretch my legs out in the aisle, watching Jared on his desk. “I’ll tell you after class.”

Jamie follows my line of sight. “Jared?”

A muscle ticks in my cheek. “Yes, Jared!”

* * *

Jamie skids on the grass, and a bead of sweat trails down his temple as he comes to a stop next to me. He wipes it off. “Jared is fucking a student?”

We’re doing circle-around-the-cone drills. Jack, our teammate, is up next.

“I need proof!”

He moves out of the way of Jack as he comes sprinting at full speed. “Video evidence?”

“Whatever. I need him trapped. Video, audio. Whatever we can get our hands on.”

He drags his hand through his dirty blonde hair. “Is this the girl you’re into?”

I grind my jaw as we step aside for the next hurtling football player. We should probably move. “Yeah.”

“Fuck, dude!”

Coach claps his hands impatiently. “What are we waiting for, ladies? Let’s do some single-leg hops.”

We walk over to the mini hurdles and line up.

“Is she into it?”

I glance at him over my shoulder. “Into what?”

“Fucking her teacher?”

“She says she’s trapped. Whatever that means?”

Jamie hums, watching the cheerleaders sunbathe on the grass. “Are you going to tell me who she is?”

“April.”

He reluctantly drags his eyes away and looks at me with his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Who?”

It’s my turn. I stand on my right leg and hop over each hurdle before bursting into a ten-yard sprint. I breathe hard while I watch Jamie have his go.

As he comes to a stop next to me, he leans over, hands on his knees, and looks up at me. “April, who?”

“You don’t know her,” I reply, watching Emily talk to her friends. She’s dressed in her cheer outfit.

“If she gets you to stop looking at your ex like you are right now, I’m all for it.”

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