Chapter 8
Aladden
Alyeska is starting to warm up to me, I know she is. When I sent her a heart emoji, she texted back only four knives with drops of blood. Yesterday, she sent thirty; it’s progress.
“Stop checking your goddamn phone, man. Her p***y couldn’t have been that good.” Rush takes his towel and whips it against my bare leg.
“Asshole, mind your own business.” Shoving my phone back in my bag. Practice is about to start, and all twenty-eight of us are geared up and ready to go. The others head toward the bleachers for coach’s speech this morning. Before I follow, I grab a few pills and knock them back when no one is looking.
I know it isn’t a good start to my promise to quit. But I am doing the best I can right now, because someone dropped out for a competition, and they asked m
