The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)
“It’s okay,” she said, gently grabbing my arm. “He’s just trying to make you jealous. I would never—”
“I know.” I finally met her eyes.
“Look, from one broken girl to another; you can’t let him win. You deserve more. You deserve everything he won’t give you.”
“I know,” the repeated words came out a whisper.
“So act like it,” Mya said. “Throwing yourself at his best friend is only lowering yourself to his level. You’re better than that. You’re better than him and if he’s going to get another chance with you, make him earn it.”
“Earn it... right?” I half-smiled. “And how do I do that again?”
“Make him think you don’t need him.”
“By not flirting with Asher?”
“His friends are definitely off-limits but I didn’t say anything about other guys.” Mya grinned mischievously. “So what do you say? Shall we get back out there, find us a couple of cute non-football players, and make your guy crazy jealous?”
My guy.
As if Jason would ever allow himself to belong to anyone.
“I guess.”
“Not good enough,” her expression darkened, “If I can survive leaving my home and the guy I’ve loved since I can remember, I’m sure you can survive a night of harmless flirting in the name of making Jason Ford realize what he’s missing.”
“Ssh.” My eyes darted around the hall. The last thing I needed was the wrong person overhearing our conversation—or any person for that matter.
“Okay, that’s it.” A look of determination flashed across her face. “I was ready to drag you out of here screaming and kicking but I can see it’s worse than I thought. So one night. You get one night.”
“One night?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Less talking,” Mya grabbed my hand, “And more drinking. We’ve got work to do.”
Jason
“Bro, if you clench any harder, your jaw is going to break.” Asher chuckled, taking a long pull of his beer.
“She drives me fucking insane,” I ground out, watching on as Felicity and some douchebag from the soccer team laughed like they were old friends.
“She’s a girl. It’s what they do. So you and her—”
“Never going to happen.”
Felicity disarmed me. Every moment I spent with her, I felt my walls chip away a little more. I couldn’t afford to be defenseless, not in a world that would chew me up and spit me out quicker than you could say, ‘Go Raiders’.
I glanced over at him and noticed his eyes fixed in another direction... where Mya was also talking to some guy.
“New girl, huh?”
“What?” His head whipped around.
 
; “You and the new girl?”
“I heard you the first time. I just have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you don’t.” I scrubbed my jaw. He was right. If I clenched any harder there was a good chance I’d need emergency dental work. But ever since she returned from the restroom, Felicity had been talking to anyone and anything with a dick that wasn’t me.