Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies 2)

I’m on a team with a bunch of fucking horndogs.

They are not even judging these girls for their talent but for their looks! And if they twerk. It’s insane. I am completely disgusted with the male gender right now.

“Oh, she’s getting a ten!” Markus yells, barking at the girl.

Barking!

“You’re a pig,” I say, and he laughs as he holds his board up, tens written all over it.

“She is hot, though,” Jace mentions, his head cocking to the side.

Why did I choose to sit between these idiots?

Oh, because Jayden had to sit by the dance captains, and let me just say, the blonde only has to touch his face one more time before I accidently throw my board at them.

“This is so dumb,” I exhale, trying to keep my angry thought deep down inside me.

Markus laughs before coming close to me. “You’re just mad that most of the girls are trying to hook up with Jayden,” he whispers, and I glare.

“I am not,” I say back, folding my arms in a pouting way. “I don’t care what he does.”

“Has anyone told you, you’re a terrible liar?” Jace asks without looking at me. “Every time Rachael even touches my bro, you tense up. And I’m sorry, but I am waiting like a kid with popcorn for you to toss that damn board at her head.”

Glaring at the side of his head, I say, “I’m about to toss it at your head.”

Looking back at me, feigning hurt, he says, “That’s not nice.”

He then flashes me a boyish grin before they announce the next girl, one of the members of last year’s team. They have to requalify each year, just like the hockey players.

Skylar Preston.

Wrestler chick.

“Fucking bitch,” I growl, and Jace starts to laugh as Markus nods.

“Yeah, they were hooking up for a while. I think they were together, yeah, Jace?” Markus asks like I’m not even there, and I hang on every word that comes from Jace’s lips.

“Kinda, really unofficially. It isn’t like he ever brought her home to meet my mom, but he did fly out with her to see my brother and Claire. She’s a cool chick.”

I beg to differ.

“That’s right,” Markus says as the girl starts dancing. She’s stunning, the best dancer I’ve seen today, but I don’t care. She’s on my hit list. “He seems interested still, you think?”

That has us all glancing down at where Jayden is watching her dance. He has a goofy little grin on his face and his eyes trained on her body. What in the ever-loving fuck is he looking at?

“That motherfuck—”

“Wh

at, Baylor? Is there a problem?” Markus asks, glancing at me with a knowing grin. “You aren’t jealous, are you?”

“Why would she be? Nothing is going on, remember,” Jace says, and I swear to God, I’m gonna kill them.

Glaring, I feel my nails bite into my ribs as I squeeze myself harder, trying not to snap. But when Skylar grabs the edge of the table, moving her hair back and forth before meeting her eyes to Jayden’s, everything inside me goes white-hot. She then reaches up, tapping his nose in a playful way before sashaying back to the middle of the gym. I can let that go; she’s fishing for big numbers. But what pisses me the hell off is when Jayden holds up a board that reads a ten.

I swear, it takes every ounce of my restraint not to scream and fling my damn board at his head. Angrily picking up my marker, I rip the cap off and write down my number as Jace and Markus hold up their boards. When they glance back at mine, they both fall over laughing. That gets the attention of the captains, and soon they are laughing as Skylar’s fury-filled eyes meet mine. I send a nasty look right back at her before leaning back against the bleachers, propping myself up with one arm while Markus and Jace continue to heckle like hyenas.

That’s when Jayden looks back at me, his eyes widening as his brows come together before he holds his hands up in a “what the hell?” kind of way.