Page 69 of Breaking Free
Before I know it, we’re landing and deplaning.
Jayden comes up next to me. “What’s up with you and Trev?”
I shake my head. “He’s a stubborn asshole.”
“What’s his problem?”
“He thinks Coach is playing favorites and only started me the first game because he knows my mom.”
“Coach knows your mom?”
I sigh. “It’s a whole thing. He knew my parents, but it’s not like they were close friends. My dad died and I had to transfer, and both him and my previous coach helped get me transferred. Coach Bennett came to watch me at Grand Valley. That was my tryout, but Campbell thinks it’s some sneaky connection thing. I don’t even care if I’m a starter or not.”
“Sorry about your dad,” he says softly.
“Don’t be. Anyway, yeah, that’s about it.”
“But you’re not starting this game.”
“He thinks I didn’t show up to practice on purpose so he could play.”
Jayden shakes his head. “Yeah, stubborn. Want me to talk to him?”
“Nah. It’s fine. We probably were never gonna be anything serious anyway.”
He nods once and the subject is changed.
* * *
Hours later,after our team won by twenty-four points, we all get settled into our hotel rooms with strict instructions from the coach not to stay out too late, drink too much, or get into any trouble because we’re back on the plane early in the morning.
Some will listen, some won’t. I already overheard a few guys talking about heading to a club a couple blocks away. Jay asked if I was going out, but I told him no, so I assume he is.
In my room, I drop to the bed and call my mom to check in with her. After a quick conversation, my stomach growls, so I Google a nearby pizza place and decide to order from there. Twenty-five minutes later, I’m in the lobby paying the delivery guy and taking my extra large pizza box.
Passing by the front desk, I hear the clerk say, “I’m sorry. All the restaurants are closed right now. Room service is available but it’s a limited menu.”
My eyes find Trevor on the other side as he thanks her and turns around to find me. His eyes travel to the box in my hands and then back to my face.
“If you can get over yourself, I’m in room 328. I have more than enough to share.”
“I can order my own,” he grumbles.
“They close in ten minutes.”
I keep walking until I hit the elevators, but he doesn’t join me. I’m in my room for twenty minutes, and half the pizza is gone before I hear a knock at the door.
When I pull it open, Trevor wears a look of annoyance already. I’m assuming at himself for actually showing up.
“Hey there.”
“I’m only here because I don’t want a fruit bowl, pickles, or a sad ham sandwich from room service.”
I snort. “Right. Okay.” I let him walk past me before I close the door. “Because there are no other food places open in Pennsylvania.”
He spins around. “You want me to go?”
“No, I don’t. There’s a microwave if you want to heat some up.”