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“If you're not going to cheer for us, you can get back on the bus.” I rolled my eyes and pulled my arm, freeing it from his grip.

I smiled, cynically.

“Leave me alone…”

“Mind your tongue!” He growled, making Emily prostrate herself more pointedly beside me. “If you want to fuck the Knox's captain, feel free to do it, but don't embarrass us.”

I shrugged. I wasn't going to correct him and say that Derek was just my brother, because it wouldn't make any difference, he just wanted to be an asshole and control the situation.

“I won't need to do anything, you'll be able to embarrass yourself just fine.”

The boy took a step forward, but Becker and Logan appeared, placing their hands on his chest and pushing him away from me. This caught Derek's attention, who dropped his helmet and marched across the grass toward me.

A sigh escaped me before chaos began.

“Hey, what do you think you're doing, Hector?” My brother shouted, grabbing the boy by the collar. The teams came together in a cluster and the coaches and the match referee had to intervene.

“I'm just telling your bitch to support her own university team.”

I grimaced and saw when the first punch came from my brother, hitting this Hector guy in the nose and knocking him to the ground. Luckily, the others managed to break up the confusion and some teammates held my brother back.

“Hey, look how you talk about my sister, you piece of shit.”

With a bloody nose, this guy Hector, captain of Belinda Stone's lacrosse team, glared at me hatefully while I just shrugged my shoulders.

He deserved the punch!

“You're an idiot too...” I complained, looking at Derek. “It didn't need all that. Besides, I know how to defend myself.”

“Okay, tempers are agitated, I think you need to control your boys.” Our coach intervened, looking at Belinda's lacrosse coach. Karlee was very protective when she needed to be. The man with our university cap wasn't very happy about it all, but he asked his players to return to their benches.

Derek's trainer dragged him away too and I felt a twinge of headache start.

That was very violent. And stupid.

I watched the game and didn't spare them my grimaces. I was never much in favor of supporting teams from other sports, but I knew it was part of the job. Still, I preferred volleyball or basketball, they seemed more civilized.

“You are not hiding your disgust.” Veronica pointed out, sitting next to me, while the game was playing in front of us.

“This game is too archaic.”

“American football is as well.”

“I hate them both…” I added, smiling in her direction, who laughed weakly.

“Okay, fair enough.”

The rest of the team seemed as bored as us, but they hide it much less, as most of them had their cell phones in hand. Karlee didn't even bother to get our attention, she didn't care. She was just fulfilling schedule, just like us.

“And you, do you like these things?”

Veronica's obsidian eyes found me and expressed momentary confusion.

“Are you really asking me if I like something?”

“This is called“talking”” I replied without much patience.

“And since when did we talk?”