A flash of an arm goes between us and Big Tex steals Adams phone, tossing it out the bus window.
“What the fuck you dick!” Adams roars.
Big Tex just glares at him, seething. “I want to know what the fuck you’re playing at. Courtney is mine, and you know it.”
“If she was yours, she wouldn’t have been sucking my dick, begging for me to pound into her harder when I fucked her,” Adams snaps back at him.
Both Bucky and I move fast, getting in between them, if the fight I know was about to go down were to escalate further we would probably end up causing the driver to crash the bus.
“Stay away from Courtney. You talk about her being yours and getting all pissed I’m with her now. Fucking hypocrite. Because wasn’t it you that was fucking my god damn girlfriend while I was with her,” Adams snaps, looking ready to kill Big Tex. Oh shit, this is worse than I thought.
The bus is quiet, and we all realize Coach has us pulled over to the side of the road.
“You know what. Fuck you. No one ever believes me or wants to listen to my side of shit, so you can go fuck yourself,” Big Tex says and moves to get off the bus for some air.
“Not sure what the hell is going on within this team lately but your game after the date auction you’re hereby benched, no exceptions. And if you all can’t shape the hell up, I will rescind my recommendations,” Coach states angrily from the front of the bus. “Tex, get your ass back on the bus. Owens, you go sit where he was.”
Fuck, I scrub my hands over my face. This shit is bad and could ruin all our chances. Coach is pissed off, but he’ll calm down. He’ll simmer and give the guys time to cool off. He doesn’t mean that shit. He can’t bench me, I’m his best player.
I’m dying to text Amaya back, but I need to play it cool right now. Coach keeps staring back here, making sure we are all on our best fucking behavior. I’m not chancing giving him any reason to hold true to his threats.
The pain medication Dean gave me starts to kick in. I lay my head back against the seat and nod off until we get back to the school.
Chapter 22
Amaya
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ension is thick in the room as the music plays in the background. The main room is setup complete with a stage and a catwalk. Red balloons are weighted to the sides of the stage and white streamers hang from the ceiling. These frat boys can decorate. Who knew? I never came to one of these auctions before. Keith told me girlfriends weren’t allowed to bid to keep things fair. Another lie. One of many that no longer matter.
“Who are you bidding on tonight?” I ask Courtney.
“Adams of course.”
“Why not Big Tex. I know you’re only with Adams to get back at him.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I like Adams just fine thank you. Tate is gonna flip when he sees how hot you look.” She grins at me and I smile back at her.
I hate being at odds over her whole situation with Tex and Adams. I just hate the strain it puts on all of us when we want to hangout now. I like both guys, really, I do, but the situation isn’t ideal. It’s obvious how much Tex cares for her, but if I try telling Courtney that she gets mad at me. I should butt out, but I can’t stop myself.
“Adams is in for a treat when he sees you,” I tell her, attempting to keep peace. Courtney looks great. She’s wearing a purple dress that goes great with her complexion and her boobs look amazing in it. The neckline plunges down the front in a V that showcases her chest, in a classy, but sexy way.
“Ladies, first up on the auction stage is Keith Digger. He’s the Trojan’s wide receiver, incredibly rich, and of course handsome. We’ll start the bid at two hundred dollars,” the host shouts into the mic.
A good number of people bid on him, but his eyes keep finding me. You can tell he’s pleading for me to offer up a bid on him, but I shake my head no. I can’t stand to look at the sleaze ball. After being with Tate I am so pissed at myself for ever giving a guy like Keith the time of day. No amount of money could ever make him attractive, ever. He has the nerve to wink at me, like that’s really going to have me clamoring in my panties to waste money bidding on a date with him of all people. I don’t understand him or how he thinks I’d be remotely interested. Sure, at first glance if I didn’t know the guy I’d think he’s cute. His blond hair is gelled up in spiky chunks. His blue eyes shine as he flashes a charismatic smile. But I do know him, and I know what I deserve.
Tate has shown me that not all jocks are dicks that can’t keep their shit in their pants.
Finally, the closing bid is announced at five hundred, and the winner? Yeah, the slut he cheated on me with. Whatever. I wish them the best and maybe a case of crabs. I’m not bitter. Not at all.
The next two on the auction stage are Tex and Adams. Adams is first and Courtney of course wins him, paying one thousand bucks. You can see Tex at the side of the catwalk glaring at Courtney.
With Tex up next the girls go into a frenzy and he ends up going for slightly over fourteen hundred. Wow, girls sur
e like these guys and have money to burn.
“Ladies, the moment you’ve all been holding onto your wallets for. Tate King.!” The girls erupt into hysteria waving their bills over their heads.