The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

“What? No! Cameron loves the team. He’d never walk out on them. He’s just finding it hard to balance everything.”

“That’s what I told Dominic. Cam knows there’s too much on the line this season. Especially since the championship should have been theirs last year.” She let out a little huff.

“Listen, Dev, it was good to see you,” I rushed out, “but I need to use the bathroom before class. Catch you later?”

“Huh, sure.” Her lips curved. “I’m sorry if I overstepped—”

“You didn’t. I just really need to pee.” Offering her a small wave, I hurried down the hall toward the nearest bathroom. Inside, I ducked into the first stall and closed the door, inhaling a ragged breath.

The guys thought Cameron wanted to quit.

I knew things had been tough, but I didn’t realize it was affecting his performance so much.

Because he didn’t tell you.

My heart sank.

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When Cameron’s mom had gotten sick, he’d turned to me. I had been his person. His safe place. But he wasn’t turning to me now.

Whether he realized it or not, Cam was shutting me out.

And I was letting him.

Cameron

Blood roared between my ears as I sat and waited for Hailee to get home. We hadn’t spoken again all day, despite me reaching for my cell at least five times.

There was so much I wanted to say to her, to explain, but every time I tried to start typing, I couldn’t find the words.

I hoped talking face to face would go better.

The door opened and I heard the soft thud of her sneakers against the floor. “I’m in here,” I called, and seconds later, Hailee appeared.

“Hey.” She gave me a tentative smile.

I wanted to go to her, to pull her into my arms and beg for forgiveness, but there were things we needed to discuss. Things I needed to say without the distraction of her close proximity.

“Sit, please.”

She did, folding her hands into her lap.

“I owe you an apology. I fucked up, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I just don’t understand...” she said. “I know things are hard right now, but you didn’t even think to call me. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

“I... I’m sorry.”

“Wait.” She held up her hand, silencing me. “I’m going to ask you something and I want the truth, Cam. I think I deserve it.”

“Okay...” My brows furrowed, not liking the finality in her tone.

“Do you want to quit the team?”

I reared back, my eyes growing to saucers. “How did you—”

I was going to kill Jason.