Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
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"Coach is going to be on our ass this season," Blaze says, smoke flowing behind each word. "More so yours than ours." he passed the lit blunt over to me.
That was going to be a fact. I was the Captain after all. I called all the shots and I had expectations. But I needed to get my shit together if I wanted to keep my spot. The spot I held ever since I worked for the position. And I worked my ass off for it.
Recruiters have already got in contact with me, my parents-not that they'd really care, coach, and the principal but it won't do me any good if my priorities weren't straight.
I inhaled, taking a long pull. We have been sitting here on this bench for almost an hour, chilling and talking about random things.
"So, what happened between you and the red-locked-haired chick?"
My lips turned down at the mention of her. How does everyone seem to know about something that happened in less than twelve hours?
"You have to be more specific." I mumbled.
Blaze gave me a weird look. "It's all over N's Blog. Says you were spotted dragging a girl in an empty classroom and you've been in there for a while. Enough time for-"
"I didn't have sex with her," I say quickly, disgust on my face.
N's Blog had a lot to say about things she didn't know and here Blaze is, telling me I could have been in the room doing the most bizarre thing in my life. Sex with Red? I almost laugh. The girl wasn't even my type let alone appealing to my eye to even think of such a thought about her. I bet she didn't know a damn thing about it with how smart she is. Despite all the piercings and visible tattoos she has, I know for a fact she was inexperienced like the rest.
"Then why drag her into the room?" Blaze asked, confused.
Taking another pull from the blunt, I hand it back to him and exhaled the smoke through my nose. "I need a tutor."
One of his brows raised, amused. "You? Mercer Petrov needs a tutor?"
"Yeah, I do. Go ahead and laugh." my words coming out harsh.
