Part 8

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Wednesday, June 3, 2020
Daily's Place – Jacksonville, Florida

Alex pushed her way back into the Best Friends' locker room. James sent her a look from where he sat on the couch, watching the monitor in the corner. "Well. You won, at least," he commented.

She completely ignored him as she crossed the room and sat down in her cubby. She was not in the mood—and it was obvious. He gave an apologetic sigh. "I'm sure Adam didn't mean to do what he did," he said. "Things happen in the heat of the moment."

She continued to ignore him as she rifled through her suitcase. All she wanted was to get changed and leave—

"Alex."

"What?" She glared at him. He frowned.

"Are you okay?"

The genuine look of concern on his face made her stop. No, she wasn't okay. But before she could say so, Chuck and Trent came through the door. Neither of them so much as looked at Alex as they walked into the room. She grabbed her clothes and started for the bathroom—but then Trent said something that made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Are you fucking Kenny again?"

Chuck let out a frustrated breath. "Dude, come on," he said; but Alex spoke over him.

"What?" Her voice came out in a hiss, full of venom. She couldn't believe the nerve of him, asking her a question like that in front of Chuck and James. It wasn't any of his business.

But he didn't really care. "Chuck told me what happened before we left the hotel last week. And after what just happened out there... it sure seems like there's something you need to come clean about, Alex."

Alex took a step closer. "That's not any of your fucking business, Trent."

He scoffed. "That's a yes."

"Dude, lay off!" Chuck unexpectedly burst. "You're being a total dick right now!"

Trent's eyebrows arched. "I'm being a dick? She's the one who's been toying with your emotions for the last year!"

"WHAT?" Alex exclaimed. She was incensed. It took all of her not to throw her clothes in Trent's face. Chuck must have thought she might because he jumped up and stood between them.

"Alex, I don't think that, I swear," he said. But Trent wasn't done.

"Oh, don't play dumb," he spat. "You flirted with Chuck all the time while you were fucking Kenny last year because you knew he'd give you the attention you wanted but weren't getting from Kenny. You take advantage of his feelings for you, Alex."

"TRENT, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Chuck whirled around to glare at him. James jumped up and stood between them.

"Okay, now's probably not the best time for this," he implored. But Alex had heard enough.

"Fuck you, Trent," she spat. "And get off your high horse before you break your neck. It's not like you've never tried it with me despite anyone's feelings."

She threw her clothes forcefully across the room and started toward the exit. Chuck's shoulders slumped. "Alex, he's not speaking for me!" he called. But she was already halfway out the door, trying to ignore the tears stinging at the back of her eyes.

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"I told you he couldn't be trusted!"

Callie burst into The Elite's dressing room. She half-hoped Kenny would be there so she could tell him exactly what she thought of him—but he wasn't. Honestly, it was probably for the best.

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