Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I YANK MY rubber band out, letting my hair loose as I rub my scalp where
she tried to pull my hair.
“Krisjen?” Coach yells. “Amy?”
Both of my friends stand in the hotel room, muddy cleats in hand and
their ponytails hanging by a prayer.
I glare at Liv, watching her stand there all calm, relaxed, and bored across
the room, like this is all just a waste of her time. Like she barely knows I
exist. Bitch.
I fold my arms over my chest, the tension like an electrical current. I’m
going to kill her. Thank God my parents decided to not come tonight.
Coomer’s eyes dart between Liv and me as she speaks to Amy and
Krisjen. “Shower in Audrey’s room and take everything you need,” she
orders them. “You won’t be back for a while.”
Amy hesitates for a moment, pressed into a quick decision at a moment’s
notice about what outfit to grab, or all the makeup she’ll need tonight, but
then she sees Krisjen just grab her whole overnight bag and backpack, and
she does the same. Taking all their gear, hands full, they leave the room, their
shit banging against the door as they go.
This is bullshit. I glare at Jaeger. She did this on purpose. Must’ve been a
hoot when she’d found out the coach benched me. She just had to come back
to see that, didn’t she? And what did it get us? A forfeited game for
unsportsmanlike conduct. She fucked us and got the last laugh.
But just as the door closes behind Krisjen and Amy, and I brace myself
for some useless lecture, Coach turns and immediately follows the girls,