Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

happened?
I’ll admit, the prospect of not having to deal with her bullshit on the field
is enticing. But if I play today, they’ll just try to coerce me into playing
again, and eventually she will be back.
I’m done with Marymount.
Krisjen stands there waiting for me to say something, but when I don’t,
she sighs and walks for the door, giving up.
“I’m sorry about it, you know?” She pauses with her hand on the knob.
“There’s no excuse for our behavior.”
I drop my eyes to my bowl again, steeling my jaw.
“But there is a reason,” she says. “There is always a reason why people
are the way they are. Even Clay.”
My throat tightens, and I listen as she opens the door, walks out, and
closes it behind her.
“That took nerve.” I hear Army say.
“Or stupidity,” Dallas adds.
Maybe both. Or maybe it’s just humility. Krisjen is a follower, but I
always knew she wouldn’t be the way she is without Clay and Amy and their
pressure. She might be a nice person otherwise.
Iron speaks up. “I’m not playing nice if those little pricks cross the tracks
again, Macon. Without Liv at Marymount anymore, there’s no reason for us
to keep the peace.”
“You’ll do and not do what I tell you to,” Macon fires back.
“Like Liv.” Trace laughs. “You get her to do what you want so well.”
“What…” Macon says. “I’m glad she refused her. I always hated that she
was on that team anyway. It was a waste of time.”
Aracely laughs from her stool against the wall, I hear the engine outside
rev, and I drop the spoon back into the bowl, clenching my fists.
Only one thing I want to piss off more than Clay Collins, and that’s the
people who love me, relishing for me to fail. In four years, Macon has been
to one of my games. One. At least I have no expectations of Clay. All he
cares about is my future. Never my happiness. He never listens.
Pushing off the couch, I slip on my leather jacket, grab my keys and
shoes, and slip my purse over my body.
“Liv!” Macon yells.
But I don’t look back. Racing out the front door, I see Krisjen’s mom’s
Range Rover pulling down the dirt road, and I run after it, pounding on the