![]() ![]() “That right?” he asks, yanking me forward by my shirt, then pushing me back against the wall so hard, it rattles my teeth and makes my stomach rock with fear. That’s how life works when you’re not an untouchable, Jake. You wouldn’t stop, you wouldn’t apologize, and now you’re payin’ for your mistake. “I won’t let you bully me into lying,” I tell him, tilting my chin up. ![]() Tell them you were on your period and PMS got the best of you-I don’t give a fuck what you tell them, but you tell them something to make this stop.” You’re going to tell them you were confused, upset, you made a mistake. ![]() “Half the fuckin’ season,” Jake says, shaking his head. Okay? Then you’ll still get to play this year.” I’ll ask him to cut your suspension in half. “Listen, I won’t take back what I said, but I’ll-I’ll talk to the coach. “Wait,” I say, grabbing his hand, trying to stop this before it can go any further. ![]()
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