GINGER:
I don’t wait after practice is over. The moment Coach Greg dismisses us, I grab my bag and head straight for the exit. A lot of thoughts swirl in my head, especially the coldness I saw in Caspian’s eyes when I expected him to defend me. I know I did him wrong, but god, it f*****g hurts, and I wish there was something I could do to make it stop.
I barely make it down the hallway when a hand grabs my wrist, yanking me into the janitor’s closet. I know it is Hu, and the moment he flicks the lights on, I stare at him, my brows crumpling.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask when our eyes meet. His eyes look troubled, but I remind myself that it is not my place to comfort him, especially considering the fact that he acted like an asshole.
“Ginger, please,” he says in a low voice
