∆∆∆∆ ALEXANDER'S POV ∆∆∆
“For someone who said he's not into her, you sure do look like you want her so bad…
To f**k her—
Hold her—
And these aren't part of your business here, Alex. Remember that.”
Angela's voice echoed in my head. She had been watching me, my stares at Jordan, and my every move.
Angela was a childhood friend. Her mother died when she was 10. I had been her shield till it took bigger turns and we started f*****g around.
Now?
She doesn't want to stop, but I'm tired of it. s*x with her feels the same. No interesting s**t, and it's boring, just like other bitches.
I stared back at my reflection in the mirror, sighed, and took up my jersey.
Today was the game.
I texted Darren to go find any duplicated key that was missing from my locker.
How the f**k does she get
