I shoved my hands deep into my jacket pockets as I walked down the hallway; Siena’s voice rang so loud that I knew I was f****d if she said no to my proposal.
“Besides, I haven’t said yes to your proposal, have I?”
The sting of those words cut deeper than I expected. I thought she’d understand. I thought she’d see I wasn’t doing this just for football anymore.
But maybe I was wrong.
I leaned against the wall, tilting my head back. The loud noise of the students made my head ache.
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.
The truth was—I did need her for the football deal. Coach made it clear: keep my image clean, or forget about the scouts. The board was breathing down his neck, and he was breathing down mine. A golden boy doesn’t just fall; he gets pushed.
And right now, Siena was my
