Filed to story: Lily Bennett and Mason Cooper Book
“Greendale,” I mutter, picking at my sandwich.
“They’ve never beaten our Lily,” Harry states proudly, sticking his chest out.
“Not just me,” I mumble, rolling my eyes.
The rest of the lunch period, and the rest of our afternoon classes, Harry talks nonstop, trying to make me laugh, but I just can’t.
By the time we get to the gym, I’m trying to get my head into the right space for my game.
“Hey, squirt.” Jock smiles widely down at me, and I give him my best fake smile.
“I’m kindly offering my services to help you practice your volleyball skills,” he says with a dramatic bow.
“So kind,” I mutter, grabbing a ball.
“How are you feeling?” he asks as we begin hitting the ball between us.
“I’m fine,” I state.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t let Olly get to you,” he comments casually, making me frown. I’m getting real sick of people telling me that.
“Why would he be getting to me?” I ask as he hits the ball back to me.
“Because they’re dating?” he replies, but he makes it sound like a question.
“Why would I care?” I snap, hitting the ball harder than I need to.
“Cause they were kissing in front of everyone on Friday, then you left and Olly said you’ve been texting him.”
“What the fuck?” I snap, grabbing hold of the ball as anger fills every inch of my body.
“I couldn’t give a fuck about either of them!” I snap, turning around and spotting Olly laughing with some of the other football players.
I throw the ball down and stomp over to their small group, stopping right in front of Oliver. He’s taller than me, his presence big and intimidating, but I’m not backing down. I can feel everyone in the gym staring and my heart starts pounding. They’ve all been waiting for this all day, for the baggage between Olly and I to come flying out into public.
They want a show?
Okay, I’ll give them a show.
LILY
“Fuck you,” I hiss as I poke him in the chest, making his blue eyes go wide.
“I haven’t texted you once since I dumped your ass!” I yell, poking him again.
“I don’t care if you’re fucking Leah! You literally mean nothing to me!”
I continue yelling, and I’m about to poke him again when arms wrap around the front of my chest and I’m picked up off the ground and taken away from that asshole.
“Now channel this rage into your game,” Harry chuckles from behind me.
“He’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever met!” I exclaim as Harry puts me back on my feet by a shocked-looking Jock.
“I haven’t spoken to him once since we broke up!” I ramble while Harry just smiles at me and Jock looks scared.
By the time the period finishes and Harry drives me and Jonah to Greendale, I’m still angry. I’m actually probably angrier. I wonder what other lies that asshole’s been saying about me.
“You look happy.” Coach Lyall chuckles when I dump my bag on the bleachers beside him.
“I’m a ray of fucking sunshine,” I snap, pulling out my knee pads.
“Should I ask?” he asks Harry over my head.
“Nope,” he answers, sitting next to my bag.
“Where’s Sky?” I ask, looking around for my partner.
“Right here,” she chirps happily, sticking her head around Lyall.
“I heard some girls talking, saying Brittany is a bigger bitch this year,” she tells me, and I roll my eyes.
“We’ll beat her,” I say confidently.
“Yeah, you will!” Lyall hoots, sitting down.
“When are the juniors playing?” I ask, seeing them sitting down the bleachers a little.
“They’ve already played.” He sighs.
“I’m making them stay to watch you two to see how good teamwork is done,” he mutters.
“Bagsy’s not doing the coin flip!” Sky blurts out quickly as the referee starts walking toward us.
I sigh and stand up.
Coin flips with Greendale suck. Brittany always does it and tries to shit talk and get inside your head. It doesn’t work, but it’s still annoying.
I make my way over to the other side of the court, looking at the people.
There are two younger girls sitting in the third row with massive smiles on their faces, and right behind them is Liam. I frown, wondering why he’s here.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him here-unless he’s just started dating Brittany or Natasha.
“Red calls,” the grumpy lady grunts.
“Heads,” I mutter, glancing at Brittany, who’s staring at me.
The ref flips the coin.
“Heads. What do you want?” she grunts again.
“Ball,” I reply before she hands it to me.
“Liam wants to talk to you,” Brittany says lowly, making me turn to her.
“Not interested,” I say with a frown, turning toward my side of the court.
“It’s about Mason,” she says quickly.
“What about him?” I ask, turning back slowly.
“Just come to the bathroom after the game.” She shakes her head.
I walk to the back of the court and hand Sky the ball.
“What’d she say?” she asks, taking it.
“Just her usual crap,” I lie. I’m guessing Liam told Brittany about me and she’s just saying it to get in my head.
Well, not today.
Sky and I end up winning by a mile. Greendale may have crushed us at football, but not at volleyball. Although, to be fair, Brittany has gotten a lot better since last year. Natasha not so much.
“You played great, babe,” Harry exclaims, pulling me into a bear hug.
“Thanks,” I smile, hugging him back.
“To celebrate, I’ll take you for ice cream,” he announces.
“Sky, you in?” he asks, releasing me from his tight grip.
“Can’t. Have to study for my geography test,” she sighs.
“Next week,” she adds before walking off.
“I’m just going to the bathroom,” I tell Harry and Jonah as we make our way out of the gym.
“We’ll see you at the car,” Harry nods, going off while I slip into the bathroom.
Curiosity has gotten the better of me. If Brittany was being serious, then I’ll listen to Liam probably tell me to stay away from Mason and I’ll tell him no problem. If she wasn’t, then no harm done.