Roommate Roulette

21 | File a lawsuit

[-Grayson-]

"I'm up."

"MINE!"

"You're good. You're good."

"Over!"

Those were the only a fraction of the words running through my mind.

A huge weight was lifted off my chest as soon as Marlins University double touched. 

"Fuck yeah!" Noah shouted, pumping a fist in the air. "Good call, too." He told me, patting my back.

I nervously chuckled as our group came together to congratulate, panting. "Proud of you guys." I recalled Eve's words from earlier. "We kicked their asses." That earned a laugh.

We broke apart and the Marlins team captain met us at the net for the handshakes. They were glowering at us when their captain said, "Stop looking all glorified and shit. It's one game."

Wyatt nodded slowly, a bit mocking, may I add. "That we won. Fair and square." He had a point.

"Hey, fuck off man. You got lucky." He pointed at us accusingly.

"Man, calm down a bit, yeah?" Noah attempted to say.

He huffed, defensive all of a sudden. "You won because we went easy on you. You're shitty enough already—"

"You're crossing a line." I stepped in, blocking him from dodging under the net. "I suggest you shut your mouth and not continue that sentence."

He forced my arm away and ducked under anyway. "Captain, huh? I wonder how you even got that title." He gave me a tight smile.

"Guys—" Forrest interrupted, but I wasn't having it.

I towered over him, a few inches taller. "And I wonder how you even got on the team with that attitude."

He shoved my chest and gripped my shirt. "You're pushing it." He strained.

I raised my eyebrows. "Like you didn't start this? Don't talk shit about my teammates and we're fine."

"Let's not—" Yousef cut in.

"Then don't rub the victory in our faces!" He shouted. Dude, where is this coming from?

I raised my arms, fury burning a hole in my chest, but I kept my cool. "No one was fucking doing that. Not even when you brought it up like an asshole."

Before I could even register it, a punch flew at my jaw, pain flaring up. I clenched my jaw and brought a hand up to swipe over it. Blood. Not that much, but the sight of it still made me queasy. Another came at the same side and hit my left eye, blacking out my vision for a second.

For sure going to bruise.

I sighed, stepping away from him. "You done?" He threw first punch and I didn't want to start a fight. I was giving him the choice to walk away.

He scoffed. "What is it now? Don't wanna fight like a coward? Is it because of that little girlfriend of yours? I see her." He held his chin high and I felt my self control skidding away from me. "Maybe I'll fuck with her next—"

I caught his next blow with my hand before it could connect with my neck. I rammed my elbow into his cheek and I heard a crack. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I muttered, and a hand landed on my shoulder from behind me, prying me away.

"Break it up! Step back." Coach nudged in between us. "Go back. Delgado, meet me in the locker room." I scowled at the Marlins captain before walking into the room, no one pursuing me.