Lila's POV:
I couldn’t believe I had to pick up my idiot brother again because he got into a fight and got drunk, all thanks to his worthless girlfriend cheating on him—again.
As I parked the car in front of the club, annoyance washed over me. I stepped inside, scanning the crowd until I found Victor slumped over a table, completely passed out with his friends.
“Did you let him drink this much?!” I snapped at his friends, who just stared back, nothing to say for themselves. I rolled my eyes, disgusted. “Victor! Stand up, now! We’re leaving!” I smacked his cheeks lightly, and he jerked awake, looking confused.
“What?!” he bleated, still dazed.
Sighing, I knew I was already in a foul mood, and my voice came out sharp. “Let’s go home, and don’t even think about arguing with me!”
After some hesitation, he finally stood, swaying slightly before he stumbled backward. “Be careful, idiot!” Just my luck—now I had to babysit him as we made our way to the car. I pushed him inside and climbed in myself, grumbling as I started the drive to our parents' house. I really wasn't in the mood to deal with Victor’s drunken antics tonight.
“Lila, why did she cheat on me?!” he suddenly cried out, breaking the silence. I flinched at his anguish, but I couldn’t help the biting sarcasm that slipped out. “Maybe because she’s a whore!” As much as I felt for him, I couldn’t comprehend why he kept going for girls like her. Just because they were hot didn’t mean they were worth it, especially if you were looking for something serious.
Pulling into our parents' driveway, I saw Mom waiting on the porch, arms crossed in disapproval. “Hey, Mom. Sorry about Victor!” She shook her head at me. “Shouldn’t he be saying sorry instead of you? He always chooses the wrong girls and ends up like this!”
I nodded, offering a tired smile. “Yeah, I know.” I could hear my early class calling like a nagging child. “Mom, I have to head back. Early class tomorrow!”
She softened, caressing my cheek. “Go on, dear, and be careful on the road.” I nodded, kissed her cheek, and handed off the headache that was my brother before I headed back to my car for the ride to the dorm. Hopefully, the rest of my night would be peaceful.
Ace's POV:
“Our coach was such an ass today!” I heard my teammates complain as I dried off. I simply shook my head, tuning them out.
“Seriously, Ace, how do you keep handling these practices without tiring out or hurting?” one of my teammates asked. I shrugged it off.
“Maybe because I don’t waste my time in clubs or with one-night stands every day!” Mike rolled his eyes, clearly not appreciating my jab at his lifestyle. “But you know who I saw at the club?”
I didn’t care; who was at the club was the least of my worries. “Lila fucking Hawthorne!” My head snapped up at Mike’s words. Lila? The bookworm and top student? “What was she doing here? That’s not her scene!”
Mike chuckled, clearly enjoying my surprise. “She was there to pick up her drunk brother. She didn’t look too thrilled about it.”
I laughed and returned to changing my clothes, processing the fact that Lila was in a club. She’d never been one to venture out like that.
“Ace, how's your girlfriend?” Mike asked suddenly.
I stared at him, confused. “What girlfriend? I broke up with Lisa two months ago!” Mike fidgeted, obviously uncomfortable. “Spill it. What did that stupid girl say again?” He avoided my gaze, making me even more uneasy.
“Well, she told everyone that you begged her on your knees to get back with her!” Anger flared up within me. Did she really think I’d beg her?
“Where the hell is that bitch?” I demanded, my mind racing.
Mike took a step back, realizing how steamed I was. “Chill out, Ace. Just go talk to her first. She’s in the cafeteria with her friends!”
I stormed out of the locker room, determination fueling my steps. Lisa needed a serious reality check; there was no way I’d ever beg her.
Pushing open the cafeteria door, I stalked straight toward her table. Whispers filled the room as I approached, but I didn’t care. “Lisa, stand the fuck up!” I commanded.
She turned to me, that annoying smile plastered on her face. “Yes, babe?! I glared at her, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Don’t call me babe! I’ve told you before—this is over, and when I say ‘over,’ I mean forever!”
Her smile faltered, and I could see her stiffen under my gaze. “And you had the audacity to say I begged you on my knees? Do you really think I would ever beg a girl like you?” I scoffed, sarcasm dripping from my words. “Get real, Lisa. You can keep dreaming, but let me spell this out for you clearly: we are done, and there’s no going back. So, quit spreading those ridiculous rumors before I lose my patience and give you something to really cry about!”
With that, I straightened up, turned sharply on my heel, and stormed out of the cafeteria, fueled by a mix of rage and relief. I wouldn’t let her drag me down any longer.
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