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I could feel Remy’s shoulders shaking with laughter, clearly amused that I was teasing them mercilessly.
She looked at me and pulled her features to a stern expression. In a little, high-pitched voice she said, “Blake, I love you, dear. You know that, but sometimes I don’t know why you like to push people’s buttons just to see what their reactions are. Some may argue that your mother abandoning you made you feel like you must irrationally lash out at other people.”
My jaw dropped as I realized she had remembered Rose’s earlier words verbatim. “Silly girl,” I responded. “I never knew my mother and maybe your attempts at psychoanalyzing me is your way of trying to mask your own insecurities.” I smiled at her conspiratorially.
She threw back her head onto Troy’s lap and cackled. “So true! So true!”
The guys looked highly confused and almost looked pissed at Jemmy for talking to me in that way, but I gripped both of their arms. “It’s a long story,” I giggled. “I’ll explain it later.”
“I’m sorry to break up this weird orgy fest going on here, but may I squeeze past you guys so I can sit next to my boyfriend?” A feminine voice said snidely.
I looked over, my smile dying; great, another one of my guys’ bitchy girlfriends. Long legs, slim body, long red hair, great skin, yup that was her. “If we are going to live harmoniously in the future, can you guys make sure any girlfriends you bring around aren’t bitchy. They are such buzzkills.” I hissed at Troy and Remy after she squeezed past us.
Both men’s eyes widened in surprise. Jemmy took one look at my sulky look and their shocked looks and laughed so hard, she cried.
Chapter 15
I don’t know why I never watched football before. I loved it! It was such an adrenaline rush watching Jax play. Remy and Troy patiently explained the game and basic rules to me. At first, I think they were humoring me, thinking I was just asking out of politeness and not interest. As soon as they saw how much I got into it, their tone changed. I cheered Jax on. I heckled the other team. I yelled at anyone that hit Jax, not that that happened often. He was a quick quarterback and very aware of his surroundings. He could evade most of the guys trying to take him down. Soon, I was asking them more questions, and they seemed impressed by how fast I understood the rules of the game.
Jemmy handed me a cup of steaming liquid and I sipped on it. It was delicious, and I allowed her to top me off whenever it got empty. As the game progressed, I didn’t know why I bothered with the sweatshirt any longer. I pulled it off and tied it around my waist.
“Where’s the holding call?!” I yelled at the ref on the field after a defensive guard rushed Jax and held him long after he released the ball.
“Relax, Princess,” Troy laughed. “He didn’t hurt him. He’s fine.”
“Remind me never to piss her off,” Remy jokingly murmured.
My green eyes flashed up to him. “That probably wouldn’t be a clever idea, especially since I can’t control my gift yet. My gift comes out to play when I’m pissed.” I said smugly.
He chuckled at me and shook his head.
I looked around, suddenly paranoid someone would hear me. I climbed up on the chair and grabbed his head before whispering in his ear. “How many players on the field are gifted? What prevents them from using their gifts on the field?”
I felt him stiffen for a moment as my lips touched his ear. He inclined his head to look at me and then narrowed his eyes. “On our team, probably seventy-five percent of them. On the other team, probably none. Maybe one, but we have a reader. They would have ‘seen’ any gifts that were hidden on the other team. When they find them, they are normally ones and twos. Most ones and twos don’t even realize they're gifted unless they have a family member that’s gifted.”
“What are you?” I asked as I grabbed his face. I screwed up my nose, trying to remember if I had ever seen his gift in action. “What is your gift?”
I barely noticed he was looking suspiciously at my cup and then at Jemmy. “Initial read was six, but in the last test I received, I was a seven. I’m abnormally strong. Blake, what is in the cup?”
“Pick me up! Let me see how strong you are,” I said excitedly.
He smirked, shaking his head. “Gift or no gift, that wouldn’t be that difficult. You’re as small as a fairy.” He grabbed my drink and took a sip of it.
I giggled. “Jemmy says I look like Silvermist, Tinker Bell’s fairy friend, she says you guys are my Lost Boys.”
He gave me a lopsided grin. “That sounds about right. We are lost boys in so many ways. Did you mean to drink the coffee and Baileys? Are you buzzing?”
I blinked at him owlishly. How stupid could I be?! We had brought coffee and hot chocolate. I saw her spike one thermoses, but not all of them. I had assumed it was coffee with creamer, it was so smooth to drink. It went down too easy. In my experience, alcohol smelled horrendous, so it shouldn’t taste like that.
“Jemmy!” I yelled turning towards her, but my position on the seat wasn’t the greatest. I felt myself falling, but I didn’t have the reflexes to stop myself.
It was a good thing Troy was there to catch me.
After a heated discussion wit
h Remy, Jemmy came back to the seats contrite. Or as contrite as Jemmy could be. I forgave her quickly and decided to continue drinking. It kept me warm. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this free. My thoughts constantly plagued me. I overanalyzed everything, and I was over critical of myself. The more I sipped, the better I felt. The voice in my head was quiet.
The game was exciting. Both teams wanted the win. I was feeding off the energy around me. Everyone, except for Stacey (who looked thoroughly bored), was getting into the game. No one sat, everyone stood. They were down by three, and we had possession of the ball with two minutes and twenty-two seconds left in the game. We were on our own ten-yard line. They were fourth and goal.
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