Breaking The Game [Book #1]

Chapter 45

Allie

I see Tiffany from a distance as I'm walking up the hall. Her back is turned toward me. She's wearing pink basketball shorts and the team shirt. Her hair is in a short ponytail, like always. We're the only people in the hallway.

I'm wearing a red long sleeved shirt and my infamous grey sweatpants. My hair is down and I don't have any plugs in my ears today.

Staring at Tiffany from a far angers me. She's the reason Alix and I can barely see each other. I haven't seen her in a while. I'm taking this chance and I'm going to get answers. She's been doing a good job avoiding all of this.

"Tiffany!" I shouted.

She turns around startled. We make eye contact as I come to a slow stop. She doesn't look too happy to see me either. I know she knows what's coming.

"We need to talk." I said firmly.

She nods her head slightly.

"I'll be in the locker room doing normal sweeps." I said walking again.

She doesn't respond. I look away from her and keep my straight face. I want her to know I'm being completely serious with her. Our 'love hate relationship' has turned into pure hatred.

I walk past her and take a right down into the locker room hallway. It's empty and quiet. Work was a drag last night. No one really came in, for me anyways. I sat there playing with my thumbs for most of the night. I texted North until she fell asleep.

I'm tired. Nothing is new, but I'm off today. Once I get home I'm knocking out for the whole night.

I push open the door to the locker room. I hear a bag hitting the ground and a locker door opening. Someone is in here. There's only one person I know whose always this late. My favorite girl.

"Alix?" I said cautiously. I could be wrong.

"Babe?" She called.

I smile and quickly walk around the middle set lockers to see her standing there holding open her locker. She has on the orange hoodie I gave her a long time ago. Her hair is in a ponytail and she's wearing navy blue track pants. I'm surprised she's alone. I would expect her psychotic homophobe mother to be in here.

"You're alone?" I asked. "This is a gift from the gods."

"My Mom's in the gym. She doesn't really follow me in here." She answered.

I smirked. "Nice hood."

She giggled. "Thanks. It was a gift, sort of."

"I remember the first time you wore it after I gave it to you." I said. "I believe I said the same thing."

She smiled. "You did."

"Guess who's here." I said quietly.

" ... Who?"

"Tiffany." I said dryly. "I'm gonna talk to her. I told her to meet me in here."

Alix backs away from her locker and folds her arms. She doesn't look amused.

"Allie, why?" She asked awkwardly.

"You don't wanna know why she ratted you out to your mom? She's the reason we're in this mess. You trusted her." I said firmly.

"I never trusted her." Alix replied.

"Still Alix. She pretty much outted you. That's not okay. If you don't want to find out, suit yourself." I said. "I'm going to find out."

Alix sighs and approaches me. My eyes follow her. She places her hands on my shoulders and squeezes them gently. I lean in toward her and kiss her forehead.