#Rev (GearShark #2)(75)

“Don’t you think if I could, I’d be doing the work right now?” He fumed and looked at me. “You’re probably loving this.”

What goes around comes around, f*cker. “Of course I’m not.”

“I can’t play in the game. I’m suspended from campus activities. I’m on probation with the school.”

“That seems awful extreme for failing two classes.” Jack crossed his arms over his chest.

“I might have made a scene in the office,” he muttered. “And they had to call campus security.”

“This calls into question your charter at Omega,” I said.

His nostrils flared. “What?”

“This is grounds for being dismissed from the brotherhood.”

Beside me, Jack nodded, grim. The men all standing around averted their gazes and went back to dressing.

“You can’t kick me out of here. If I go, I’ll take you with me.”

I yawned. “Since you aren’t playing, you can leave. Maybe you can convince the teachers to give you extra credit.”

His lips thinned into a straight line.

“We’ll have a house meeting and vote on your status, and I’ll let you know.”

He slammed out of the locker room like the Tasmanian devil.

I wondered if maybe Drew had gone a little further with his hacking skills or if Daniel just really dropped the ball.

Either way, I didn’t really care.

One down, three to go.



After the game…

We got our asses handed to us. On a nicely decorated platter of La-ooser.

Not like I expected anything else, though. I mean, damn, the Wolves and the Knights together on one team?

#Epic.

It was fun to be out on the field again, although I missed being alongside the Wolves. The game ran a little longer than expected, but no one complained. The fans there seemed happy to stay.

We raised a lot of money, so I counted the day as a success.

Not only that, but the three guys who needed a little extra tackling all got what was coming to them, and by the end of the game, they knew damn sure why they seemed to be so accident prone on the field today.

One guy was already gone, off to the campus clinic because he popped his knee out of socket and had to have it popped back in. Conner’s best friend was probably going to be black and blue with bruises tomorrow, and Conner…

Well, he had a busted nose, a busted ass, and a bunch of grass stains all over his clothes. If he’d actually hit Drew like he’d intended, he wouldn’t have gotten off so lucky. The fight wasn’t totally a surprise, but I’d hoped Drew would keep his cool.

He only did what I would have done, which was taken out the threat he saw to me.

Conner was pissed, though. He was sitting in the corner of the locker room, drilling holes in the back of my skull with his stare.

After I gave a short, “We lost, but we won because of all the good we did for the charity,” speech, the guys all hit the showers and began changing.

I just left on my sweaty, stained clothes. I’d wait and shower at home. There was no way in hell I was getting naked in here in front of Con and his last remaining co-conspirator.

Even though I wasn’t showering, I hung in the locker room a bit, talking shit and laughing with the other guys. At one point, most everyone was hitting the showers, and a few had already left when Jack approached.

“Today was planned for a reason, wasn’t it?” He spoke very low.

I glanced up from my phone. “Duh.”

“It was them, wasn’t it? Con and some friends.”

I heard it in his voice, the surety. I lowered my phone and slid it into my pocket and leaned one shoulder against the lockers. “What do you mean?”

“Our own frat brothers jumped you.”

How the hell did he figure that out? I hadn’t told anyone.

A pinched look came over his face. “I’m assuming your silence is an agreement.”

“You might be on to something.” I hedged. He was the almost president. He had a right to the information.

“It’s because you’re gay, isn’t it?”

I jerked upright and reared back slightly.

Some laughter filtered in from the direction of the showers, and I grabbed Jack by the arm and led him even farther away, over near the entrance.

“Why would you say that?” I asked when we were totally alone.

“That night a while ago when you left brothers’ night to go with Drew. You asked me if I cared you were leaving with him. It got me to thinking. Then the rumors started whispering through the house, and Drew hasn’t come around since. Not to mention your family sure was rough on a few particular players today.”

“Was it that obvious?” My tone was sheepish.

“No, but I watch and observe, just like you.”

I blew out a breath. “Fine. I’m in a relationship with Drew. I never confirmed it to Conner, but he suspected, and he turned those other three against me. He thought if he could beat me up and scare me bad enough, I’d leave the house and he could swoop in and take control.”

“Push me right out.” Jack mulled that over.

“Pretty much. And we both know if that happens, Omega is screwed.”

Jack nodded. “We should tell the house, let them take care of it.”