The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

“You do, since when?” I asked.

“Since I knew that one day we might need them.”

“There’s also a video and some photos, Sir. But they’re hmm, quite graphic.”

“You should have come to me with this. You should have come to me the seco

nd Thatcher upped the ante.”

“Yes, Sir,” we grumbled in unison.

“Will Miss Raine and Miss Giles attest your story?”

I nodded.

“Right, well, I have no choice but to take this to the Principal. Given your history with him, I wouldn’t expect him to be on your side. You know what that means?”

Another, “Yes, Sir,” filled the room.

Coach let out an exasperated breath. “I’ll do my best, but it could be out of my hands. Now go on, get to class, both of you. And damn well stay there until I say otherwise.”

We left his office in silence, but the second we were out of earshot, I grabbed Ash’s arm. “What the fuck was that in there?”

“That was me saving your ass, so don’t be a dick and mess things up. Stick to the plan.”

“The plan? You do realize you just took the fall for something that could end your football season?”

“I know and I’d do it again if it means you get to play.”

“But... why?” I was stunned.

“Because you’re one of my best friends and I know how much State means to you. Besides, Finnigan is just looking for an excuse to come down on you and this could’ve opened up a whole can of worms you don’t need.” He went to walk off, but I tightened my grip on his arm.

“Asher, come on, think about this, it’s crazy.”

“Actually, it’s pretty simple. I’m your friend and this is what friends do. You can thank me later.” With that he yanked his arm free and strolled off as if he hadn’t just saved my dream and let his go up in flames.

Later that day, I had another score to settle.

“Jason?” Jenna’s eyes widened as I crowded her back into the girls’ locker room. Girls gasped, some shrieking as they hugged clothes to their half-naked bodies.

“Everybody out, now,” I roared, knowing full well that no one would complain. One by one, Jenna’s friends and teammates scurried out of the locker room, leaving her at my mercy.

“J- Jason, you’re scaring me.”

“Good, you should be fucking scared.” I closed the distance between us until I could smell the cloying stench of her perfume.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” She tried to regain control of the situation. Batting her eyes, brushing her hair back to reveal an expanse of tan skin, the curve of her tits.

“Not going to work, Jenna,” I seethed. “You see, I had an interesting chat with Aimee Thatcher earlier. Ring any bells?” Her face blanched, her eyes filled with fear. “I mean, you must know her right, since you’ve been visiting her house, drip feeding Thatcher things about me. About my. Fucking. Life.”

“It isn’t... it wasn’t like that.”

“So you didn’t spread your legs and let him fuck you while whispering all my secrets in his ear?”

“It’s all your fault,” she shrieked, thrusting her hands into my chest and beating hard. “You dropped me like I was nothing. And for Felicity Giles, a fucking no one.”

“Watch it, Jenna. You might think you’re the Queen Bee around here, but I can soon strip you of that title.” I could destroy her without even breaking a sweat. But I wasn’t out for blood yet, I was out for answers.