Page 89 of The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

Everything was so confusing. He said one thing but was constantly doing another. And despite my head knowing it was better—easier—to walk away, my heart didn’t want that.

“Don’t you at least want to know where you stand?”

“I guess...”

“So come.”

“Fine, I’ll come.” I was going to the game anyway and even if Jason didn’t want me there, Hailee, Asher, and Cameron would make me feel welcome.

Butterflies tickled my insides. I didn’t want to get my hopes up again, not where Jason was concerned. But I had hazy memories of last night. Of him undressing me and tucking me in. Of his fingers tracing my face as if I was the most precious thing in the world. He could be so gentle and tactile and warm with me. A stark contrast to the cold icy version everyone else got to see.

“Don’t look so worried.” Hailee squeezed my hand, offering me a reassuring smile.

But this was Jason she was talking about.

Which meant I didn’t need to be worried.

I needed to be terrified.

I should have known the night was doomed when the Raiders lost. The entire game had been like pulling teeth. We scored a touchdown. They got one back. We sacked their QB, they took down ours even harder. Jason was off his game, so much so we’d all witnessed Coach Hasson chew him out on the sideline more than once. It was a shitshow and everyone felt the tension on the field.

By the time we arrived at the Hassons’, nervous energy coursed through my veins.

“Relax,” Hailee said. “It’s going to be fine.”

“Did you watch the same game I did?” I asked incredulously. “We practically got our asses handed to us.”

“It was one game and it isn’t like they needed the win or anything.”

“Hails, you have so much still to learn.”

She chuckled, cutting the engine. “I know I talked you into coming tonight for Jason; but confession time, I partly did it for me.”

“Hails, he’s seen the portrait. He knows how good you are.”

“I know but this is different.” Her voice cracked. “It’s like baring myself to everyone, and that terrifies me.”

I twisted around to her. “You are so talented, babe. You have nothing to be worried about. Mr. Jalin managed to fix the damaged portraits and everyone is going to love them. All of them. This is your time to shine, Hails.”

She gave me a slight nod, but I could see the fear in her eyes. Reaching over, I squeezed her hand. “You’ve got this.”

“We’ve got this.” Her smile grew.

“Ride or die.”

“Ride or die.” Hailee gave me a small nod, before we got out of the car and made our way around the side of the house. The team were already there, their expressions somber, the mood still tense.

“Ah, Miss Raine,” Coach Hasson made his way over. “Just the person I wanted to see.”

“Hi, Coach, tough game.”

“Hmm.” His lips pressed into a thin line. “We’re not going to dwell on that tonight. We’re here to celebrate our seniors and your talent. Mr. Jalin informed me of the incident.” The way he said it suggested he knew there was more to it than what he’d been told.

“Unfortunate to have happened the day before the presentation,” he added.

Hailee tensed but kept her expression neutral. “These things happen. I’m just relieved Mr. Jalin had the foresight to take photographs of them.”

“Indeed. Now if I could borrow you for a quick moment to run through the plan.”