Chapter Sixteen - Rage

“We’re going to drive the short bus to the match,” Wes called out over the gym. I hadn’t been able to hear anything else he’d said, my head was too messed up to think straight.

A week had gone by quickly, and Neveah hadn’t said one word to me. She’d disappeared every time I’d walked into the same building as her. She stood in the corner of the gym in those stupid short shorts and polo shirt. Not once had she looked in my direction, and the primal instinct inside of me was fed up with it.

“If it’s the short bus, Neveah needs to ride with us,” Chase yelled out from the other side of our small semi-circle.

I clutched my hands on my knees. Neveah rolled her eyes, and still avoided my gaze.

“Let’s get moving, guys,” Wes gestured for everyone to exit. “We don’t have enough seats for everyone, so Rage you’ll have to ride with Neveah to Dallas.”

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