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Silas being with Alana doesn’t necessarily feel like a betrayal. No, it’s more like a revelation. It’s obvious he wasn’t the right guy for me. My heart still aches at the loss though.
“It’s okay. I’m not going to blame her,” I say as a sense of calm settles over me. “Like I said, I was gone. I didn’t expect him to wait for me. He was fair game. He didn’t even know I had a crush on him.”
“She knew how gone you were for him, though. You wasted all of your sophomore year wishing he’d notice you,” Iris complains, crossing her arms and slumping in her seat.
Some of this past year too, even while I was in another country, but I can’t dwell on that now.
“What’s done is done. I wish them well.” I straighten my shoulders and lift my chin, hoping I appear as if I don’t have a care in the world. Doing my best to hide the turmoil currently swirling inside me.
If I’m not going to spend my senior year with Silas as I’d hoped—oh what a silly little girl I was, and that’s a difficult realization to have—then I guess I’ll spend it with friends, which isn’t a bad thing. And it’s not that I need a boyfriend to make me happy. I’ve never had one in the first place, but it would be nice …
Disappointment floods me and I mentally push it aside. I don’t need to get depressed over Silas’s new relationship with my friend. I should’ve known nothing was going to happen between us. He never contacted me when I was in Italy beyond the occasional like on a social media post. Once I was out of sight, I was out of his mind.
It does hurt though, what Alana has done. I thought we were friends. She was my closest friend after Iris. Now I’m not even sure I can trust her, let alone remain friends with her.
Iris starts talking to the girl sitting next to us and while I smile and nod and pretend to keep up with the conversation, my mind, and my gaze, are wandering. Scanning all of the male faces that fill the auditorium, trying my best to stick to the ones closest to me since they’re in my grade.
While I see a few familiar ones, there aren’t a lot of boys sitting with us, which is … odd. Where are they?
“Where is everyone?” I whisper close to Iris’s ear just as the curtains start to pull back, revealing the new headmaster standing behind a podium, a giant smile on his enthusiastic face as he throws his arms up at the same time loud music begins to blare through the giant speakers flanking him on the stage.
“If you’re meaning the boys, just wait,” Iris tells me out of the side of her mouth when she starts to clap. She even yells along with everyone else. The entire auditorium erupts into cheers, which I don’t think I’ve ever seen happen at Lancaster before.
I guess she wasn’t lying.
The school definitely has a new vibe going on.
CHAPTER THREE
Rhett
We’re waiting on the side of the stage, me in front of the rest of the football team since I’m their QB. My younger brother Callahan is behind me and I can hear his big mouth rambling on like he does, but I don’t tell him to shut up, which is my usual response when I get sick of his nonstop talking.
I’m not about to start a fight with him in front of everyone. There’s no point. Besides, he’s chatting up his new best friend Rowan Lancaster and considering that kid’s family owns the damn school, I’m not looking to start any trouble. Talk about rich …
My mind shifts to that massive house I picked them up at. Most everyone who goes to this school is from real money that’s generations old. My family is wealthy, but we’ve got nothing on the Lancasters. And then there’s Row’s sister.
Gorgeous. Long, silky dark hair. Big tits. Wide eyes that gobbled me up while she held out that stupid sock. I wanted to yank on her hand, drag her into my car and take her with me, but I repressed the urge. I had more important things to take care of that morning.
Like football.
Tugging at the front of my jersey, I look down, glaring at the khaki uniform pants I still have on. At my old school we could wear whatever we wanted along with our jerseys during game days or when there were rallies. I come to this fancy prep school and it requires uniforms on a daily basis. Still can’t get over the fact that I go to this damn school and this is my second—and final—year here. Thank God.
Someone bumps into me and I send him a dirty look, which has the kid panicked and apologizing. I don’t remember his name—he’s new to the organization and a sophomore. We’ve got a junior varsity team this year so I don’t deal with them as much as I used to. Every single one of these guys standing with me though, they’ll do pretty much whatever I say. It wasn’t easy, taking command of this newly rejuvenated team, but I eventually won them over.
“Stop scaring the JV team,” Brooks says out of the side of his mouth. He’s my closest friend at this school and we make a great team on the field. He’s the best wide receiver we’ve got and the one I like to throw the ball to more than anyone else.
“They need to calm the fuck down,” I mutter, shaking my head, glancing over my shoulder yet again, my gaze narrowing. They go quiet, even Cal, and once I’m satisfied with their behavior, I face forward once more, eager to get this rally over with and get on with my day.
I know exactly what helped me take over the team and become their leader, despite only transferring to this school last year. It’s my last name, and the fact that my dad is a former NFL QB and is now a coach for an NFL team. I come from a long line of football players. Like it’s fucking crazy how many are in my family, in the bloodline, including my own father. He married into it, but the Callahans are a powerhouse of football and have left a legacy that reaches generations.
I hope to be one of the stars of the new generation, and my little brother does too. We didn’t actually believe playing at this stupid, snotty-ass prep school would be the answer, but I’ve gained so much attention thanks to attending Lancaster Prep and being on their football team, it’s kind of wild.
And awesome. Totally awesome.
“Wish Westscott would introduce us and get it over with,” Brooks mumbles and I silently agree with him. Though I can’t deny our headmaster knows how to hype the team up.
I rest my hands on my hips, waiting for Westscott to run through his happy first day of school spiel. He goes hard, boasting about his efforts to turn Lancaster Prep around and bring more school spirit to our campus. He even gets everyone to yell, “Go Lions!” on repeat.
