Page 109 of The Trouble with You (Rixon Raiders 1)

“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” She scoffed. “I don’t have time for this. I’ve had a really shitty morning.”

“What’s wrong—”

“Really, Cameron? Or did you just forget the video that Thatcher splashed all over social media?” Hurt burned in her eyes.

Fuck.

“I didn’t... I mean, of course I hadn’t...” But I had. I’d been so preoccupied I’d forgotten all about it. There had been weight conditioning, then practice, and my head was all over the place after the weekend. Way to go jackass. But now she mentioned it, I noticed the stares, the low rumble of whispers from a group of kids passing.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” I snapped, feeling my muscles lock.

“Cameron, don’t.” Hailee’s warning barely penetrated the red mist descending over me.

“Surprised he wants Thatcher’s slut—”

I was on the guy in a second. The air whooshed from his lungs as his back hit the wall, the sound reverberating around us. “What the fuck did you say?” My fingers tightened around his throat, the blood draining from his face.

“I... I...” The kid spluttered.

“Cameron, this isn’t helping.” Hailee moved into my periphery.

“You think you can talk about her like that?”

“Just stop.” The sheer desperation in Hailee’s voice made me loosen my grip and the guy slid down the wall, coughing and spluttering.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I rasped, my eyes fixed on Hailee and not him.

He scurried away and I exhaled a long breath. “It’s been like that all morning?”

Hailee

stared at me as if she didn’t recognize me and my chest squeezed.

“What was that?” She seethed. “I don’t need you to protect me, Cameron. I was doing just fine without—”

“Hailee, please.” I closed the distance between us, crowding her against the wall, and caged her in with my hands either side of her head. “I’m sorry, okay? I just—” Fuck. I was screwing everything up. But I couldn’t think straight.

“I need to go.” Hailee let out an exasperated breath, her shoulders sagging with defeat. I wanted to say something to fix it, to fix us, but she wasn’t the only one broken anymore. And when I tried to speak, nothing but a heavy sigh escaped my lips.

“I’ll see you around, Cameron.” She gave me a weak smile and slipped out from between me and the wall, disappearing through the swinging doors, and all I could do was watch.

As the week went on, things only got worse. Jase and I could barely be in the same room together without the tension reaching boiling point. Asher didn’t know whose side to take or why he was even taking sides in the first place. And I wanted to kill someone every time I heard them mention the video of Hailee. Thankfully, shutting that shit down was the one thing we could agree on, and between us we’d quashed any mention of the video in the halls at school.

“Good morning.” Dad breezed into the kitchen.

“Hey.” I stirred the spoon through my cereal with little enthusiasm.

“Big game tomorrow?”

“I guess.”

“Cameron, Son, everything is going to be ok—”

“I can’t do this.” I shoved the bowl away and stood up. “I can’t pretend everything is fine; everything is not fucking fine.”

“Son, look at me.” Dad came to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “We are going to get through this, Son, all of us. But what I need from you right now, what me and your mom both need, is for you to carry on like normal. Go to school, focus on football, and make us proud.”

“But how can you...” The words died on the tip of my tongue. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to do that, Dad, not when she’s—”