Page 83 of The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

“Just feeling the pressure of senior year is all. You know how the parentals can get.”

“Your mom—”

“Is the last thing I want to talk about. Let’s forget all about parents and jerk face football players and just enjoy ourselves.”

“You do know it’s a school night?”

I shrugged. “One night won’t hurt.”

“Flick—” But I was already gone; weaving my way through the tables to where Asher and Cameron sat.

“Something you want to tell us?” Asher asked me as I slid into the booth next to him, a goofy grin plastered on my face.

“We’re here to take Hailee’s mind off things, right?” I arched my brow. “I figured what better way than to let loose a little.” My gaze landed on Asher’s beer and it was his turn to arch a brow.

“Seriously?” he asked, but I was already snatching his bottle away and bringing it to my lips. “Well, okay then.”

“Flick,” Hailee and Mya finally caught up to us. “Is that really a good idea?”

“It’s on my list remember,” I said giving her my best puppy-dog eyes.

“No way, you don’t get to pull that crap with me, not tonight.”

“Ah, the elusive list.” Asher’s arm went around my shoulder and I leaned into him slightly. He wasn’t Jason, but he smelled good and the weight of his arm around me was nice.

Too nice.

“When do we get to find out what’s on the list?”

“Never.” I grinned at him.

“Bet I could persuade you to tell me.”

“Oh yeah, and how do you plan on doing that?” I was flirting... with Asher and it felt good. He’d moved closer but so had I.

“I’m pretty creative, I’m sure I can think of—”

Someone cleared their throat and when my head lifted over to where the sound had come from, I was met with an icy cold stare that didn’t just give me chills, it froze the blood running through my veins.

“What took you so long?” Asher asked, edging away from me but not removing his arm.

“Jerry wanted to shoot the shit.” Jason’s eyes didn’t leave mine for a second but then moved to where Asher’s hand rested on my shoulder. If looks could kill, I was pretty sure we’d both be dead.

“Mya, right?” he asked sliding in beside her. “You know who I am?”

“Everyone does.” She shrugged, sitting a little straighter. I mirrored her action, desperate to see what he said next. Jason leaned in, his mouth dangerously close to her ear, and whispered something. Her gaze widened and then narrowed.

“Thanks,” Mya said coolly,” But I couldn’t be less interested if I tried.” She shot me a reassuring look, but the damage was done. Jason had flirted with her... right in front of me. Acting like it was nothing.

Like I was nothing.

Just like you’re doing with Asher.

“I’ll be back,” I said to no one in particular as I hurried from the booth. The room began to spin, but I kept going until I was in the hall leading to the restrooms.

“Felicity, wait up,” Mya called.

“I’m fine.” I waved her off, staggering toward the girls’ bathroom.