Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

leaving Liv and me.
“Wait!” I step toward her. “What are you doing?”
Liv stays rooted by the window.
Coomer turns her head over her shoulder, pulling open the door. “Sort it
out,” she tells us. “I don’t care how you do it or if it takes all night, but you’re
roomies now, so take all the time you need.”
“Are you kidding?” I burst out.
No fucking way. I can’t…
Not all night. The team is supposed to go out.
My stomach drops, and I barely hear the coach tell us, “You’re both
eighteen now. Don’t test me on how much worse the consequences get from
here on out regarding assault. Do not leave this room.” And then she points to
Liv. “You’re still a student.”
Which means, she can still tell Liv what to do, considering this is a
school-sanctioned trip, and her family would assume she was in a teacher’s
care. Legal adult or not, Coomer’s responsible for us.
Coach slams the door, and I watch Liv swipe her cell phone from the bed.
She dials, holding the phone to her ear as she digs in a bag Krisjen left, taking
out a change of clothes.
I hear someone talk in Liv’s ear, and then she says. “Come to Cross and
get me.” She snatches jeans, a bra, and a tank top from the bag. “I’m at the
Marriott.”
I shake my head. “Yeah, by all means,” I tell her. “Get expelled and solve
all our problems.”
I mean, technically, a whole stadium saw me attack her, so no one would
fault her for refusing to stay locked in this room with me. She has every right
to leave.
She almost looks at me, but casts her eyes back to her task. “Trace?” she
says, trying to get her brother’s attention.
“She’s not joking, Liv!” I yell. “She’ll expel us for that stunt on the field
just now! We can’t leave!”
Her eyes finally flash to mine, but only for a second. Her brother says
something.
“You just want to see me suffer,” she tells him.
“No, I want you to get our fucking flag back!” he shouts.
And she pulls the phone away from her ear and stares at it for a second
before tossing it on the bed. He hung up on her.