Page 95 of The Revenge You Seek

"Good. There's only so much I can do if you're going to continue with that… shit."

"I got jumped on my way home last night. It was nothing," I lie.

"Be more careful. Now get the fuck out there. I won't have anyone thinking you're not earning your place here."

"You got it, Coach."

I take off jogging, my muscles screaming at me as I join the others and start warming up.

By some miracle, I make it out of practice without any more threats from either Luca or Zayn, but they don't need to say the words out loud. I can read them in their hard stares. They don't want me here. I get that. They want me to fuck up. The chances are that I will at some point. But like fuck am I going to let them intimidate me into thinking I don't deserve this place on the team because I fucking well do. Hell knows I've worked fucking harder—and dirtier—than them to get here.

I'm early to class even with stopping at the coffee shop for a double espresso and a breakfast wrap.

I dump my bag on the chair next to me and that, along with the state of my face ensures that no one attempts to sit next to me as the auditorium starts filling up.

That is until one person slows to a stop beside me.

I know who it is without looking up. My temperature spikes and my fists curl, cracking my knuckles once more.

"Tell me that wasn't Luca and Leon," she demands. Her need to protect the two of them from me pisses me off.

Dragging my bag from the chair, I dump it on the floor with a loud bang.

"Sit."

She refuses to move and when I finally glance over, she's got one hip jutted out, her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her tits up in her tank and an irritated expression on her face.

"I'm not a fucking dog."

"Did I say you were, Princess? Now sit down…please." I force politeness into my tone and smile up at her. It’s insincere and she knows it.

“Only because you asked so politely.” She rolls her eyes before dropping her bag to the desk and turns around.

It’s only then I notice her friend behind her.

“What the hell are you doing?” her friend hisses, shooting me daggers over Letty’s shoulder.

“It’s fine,” she assures her friend, who still refuses to look away.

She’s cute. A petite blonde and she’s staring at me as if I should be scared of her. It’s amusing.

I blow her a kiss and flash her my winning panty-melting smile but instead of the usual reaction it gets, her face twists in anger.

“If he tries anything, I’ll sic the boys on him.”

I roll my eyes at her, just about managing to hold in my snort of laughter.

Letty whispers something else to her before our professor joins us and she’s forced to find a seat, thankfully, at the other side of the auditorium.

“Is she for real?” I whisper as Professor Nelson begins our class.

“She’s just worried and doesn’t trust you.”

“She doesn’t even know me,” I argue, feigning offense.

“She knows enough,” Letty mutters as she arranges her books and grabs a handful of colorful pens.

I can’t help but laugh. Some things never change.