Kimberly:
The car would have felt less cramped if I wasn’t sharing the back seat with this pompous i***t and had his delusional manager riding in the front and staring at me in the driving mirror every chance he got. I already agreed to come. Couldn’t he just drop the attitude?
“I’ll go over this again,” he said, stealing another stern glance at me in the mirror. “Both of you have to co-ordinate yourselves. You got lucky in the first game. But this is practice. Your teammates will be more observant. Make sure that you two make it real. No scoffing, side eyes, rude remarks, flipping each other off or going at each other’s throats. I want you two to be like a love-struck couple on Valentine’s Day. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” Noah replied, his voice firm and loud. I flinched and shot him a gl
