Whispers of Shadowed Hearts

Chapter 4

(NOTE: I changed some people in this chapter so I recommend you to read again)

(PS: Summer's Last name is Brooks but Riven doesn't know it yet. He just thought that they have same last name with Amanda.)

Riven Rothschild

I want to kill this fucking girl.

 I really do.

I couldn't believe she embarrassed me in front of everyone in the cafeteria. All day, I had been walking around in a bad mood, frustrated, and had made the team do extra drills. They hadn't worked this hard since the fight I had with Lydia. Even though they complained, I didn't care.

Summer Linwood had started a fight, and not continuing it would be like refusing an invitation. I never refused an invitation.

"Rothschild, how much longer are you going to make us run, man? None of us can take it anymore. We need to end this practice." I shot a harsh look at Kane.

"If you complain one more time, I won't let you play until after Christmas, Kane." Kane scowled and started running again.

"Stop whining and keep going! I don't want to hear any whining when the season starts either!"

"Is your real issue with the season, Riv? Or can't you get over what happened in the cafeteria?" If the person saying this wasn't my best friend Jordan, he would have been kicked off the team and cleaning out his locker. Unfortunately, Jordan never hesitated to speak his mind. I gave him a sharp look.

"Shut up, Jordan."

"We can't go on like this. Stop already. I'm serious, a practice this heavy on the first day of school is ridiculous." I clenched my jaw, closed my eyes to calm down, and ran my hand through my hair to mess it up.

"Practice is over, you can go." As sighs of relief rose from the team, a few people collapsed on the ground to catch their breath. They were overreacting; I hadn't made them work that hard.

When I looked at the clock, my eyes widened; we had been practicing for four hours. 

Maybe they weren't overreachting.

Jordan came over when no one else was around. "Who is this girl? I've never seen her around here before."

"Don't tell me you like her, Jordan. I'm serious." He gave me a crooked grin. Jordan was good with women—really good. He never had trouble getting any woman he wanted. It wasn't his moves but his kindness. He made every woman feel like she was the only one for him.

"She's a beautiful girl, I can't deny that. But I'm not a man that would date his best friends enemy." I gave him a hard punch on the shoulder with a smiley look.

"This girl not only spilled her whole tray on my shirt today but also poured cherry juice over my head. And this isn't even our first encounter." His brows furrowed in confusion.

"Maybe you deserved the cherry juice, dude. Sometimes you get so worked up that you go after people. Maybe the girl just gave you a fitting reaction since she didn't know you." He shrugged and ignored my harsh looks again with a laugh. "What do you mean this isn't your first encounter? Where else have you met?"

"The day we fought with Lydia, my mom had a party. This girl was there too, and because she wasn't paying attention, she knocked over a glass of red wine on my clothes. I really suspect she might have done it on purpose this time." I took a deep breath as I recalled the memory.