Page 25 of Beg for It

No good can come of Camden being here. What is Leroy playing at? Did he think he could send his son to our school, on our turf, and get away with it?

Name change or not, we were bound to find out eventually.

He sorely underestimated us. Fucking fool.

Now, we could just get Camden kicked out of school, it would almost be too easy if we chose to do that.

But where's the fun in that?

If Leroy thinks he can start something with us, he’s going to realize soon that we’re going to finish it.

Little did he know, he sent his son into the lions’ den and we love to play with our food before we feast.

The little beta might be our enemy, but fuck, he’s sinfully tempting.

If Camden thinks he can come in here and be his daddy’s little spy, he’s delusional. And I can’t fucking wait to see the look on his face when he realizes just how fucked he is.

“Put me on my ass? Oh, kinky.” Jamie winks. “But sorry dude, you're not my type. And I can only handle so much alpha dick in my life.”

Grinding my teeth, I throw open my locker door, making it bang against the one next to it, and get ready for the game.

A game I should be pumped about. It’s the first game of the year. Only I can’t get the little snitch out of my damn head.

It’s like my need to make him pay, to hurt him for what his father did to our mothers is so consuming, it’s all I see.

Shaking my head, I scold myself to get him out of my head. Just for now. Fun comes later.

“Don’t be so pissy, Brooks. Come on man, it’s the first game of the year. You know, we’re going to kick ass by the way, and then celebrate by getting drunk off our asses.” Jamie chuckles and the room bursts into woots and cheers.

“Bunch of animals.” I mutter to myself. Jamie doesn’t take the hint though. He loves to piss me off, get under my skin and despite how much I want to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until I watch the life drain from his eyes, sadly, I can’t.

Jamie’s dad is our main supplier for pharmaceuticals. So unfortunately, he’s off limits. Shame because he could use being knocked down a peg or two.

Once we’re all geared up, Coach comes in and gives us his regular pep talk, getting the team riled up. Even I’m pumped by the time we’re jogging out onto the field, any thoughts of Camden gone.

The crowd cheers, sending a rush of adrenaline through me.

Fuck everything else. This, this is what I need.

We wave to the crowd, and my eyes find Henley. He grins wide before sticking two fingers into his mouth and whistling. I chuckle, shaking my head before joining the guys in the huddle. Tonight is going to be a good night, I can feel it in my bones. Nothing like the first win of the year to get the blood pumping.

* * *

I feel high right now. I’m so wired because we’re winning. We’re in the fourth quarter now, winning by a landslide.

Nothing could pull me out of this buzz I’m feeling right now.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I take my helmet off and chug some before squirting the rest over my head and face to cool me down.

“Jamie, man what the hell.” Connor, one of my teammates, chuckles. “Is that Camden?”

His name has my back stiffening. My attention snaps over to the guys talking. Jamie looks up into the stands where Connor is pointing and I follow.

My eyes scan over the little beta sitting a few rows back, my heart racing just a little bit faster. And it’s not because I was just running my ass off on the field.

He grins when he sees Jamie, giving him a wave. My teeth clench as I narrow my eyes at the pink-haired spy.

Jamie chuckles, waving back. “Yup.” Jamie answers Connor.