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ass?”
    â€œMaybe we should, you know,
not
retaliate and show we’ve got more class,” I offer.
    â€œWho said we have class?” Jet asks. “Not me. Ash, you’redelusional if you think our teammates voted you captain because they expect or want you to act classy. Let’s face it, if we voted for the best-looking guy on the team I would’ve won.”
    Monika raises her hand, but keeps her eyes locked on Trey. “I disagree. My baby’s the best-lookin’ guy on the team.”
    Jet laughs. “You’re biased. Yo, Parker, you really wanna know why
you
were voted captain?”
    â€œNot really.” I’m sure Jet’ll say I’ve got the biggest boobs or something crude like that. Or say that he rigged it like Landon claimed, which would make me feel awful and undeserving. I want to know the truth . . . I just hope the truth isn’t what Landon thinks it is.
    â€œI want to know,” Derek chimes in.
    Jet puts his arm around me and pulls me close, squeezing me like a stuffed doll. “She got voted captain ’cause she’s the best-lookin’ chick on the team.”
    â€œI’m the
only
girl, Jet,” I say.
    â€œI’m not done. She also got voted captain because she’s got major balls for a girl. She doesn’t give up or cry every time she gets bruised, cut up, or roughed up on the field. She brings her A game every fucking time. She motivates us, that’s for sure.” He looks at Derek and says, “This girl here tried out freshman year. There were bets made that she’d quit within a week. I should know because I was one of those people who lost money on that bet. I’m not sayin’ some of the guys didn’t try to make her quit, yours truly being one of them, but she never gave up. She earned our respect.” He eyes my chest. “And she’s got the best set of tits on the team.”

Chapter 11

Derek
    At the mention of Ashtyn’s chest, I look away and pretend I’m interested in the rest of the purple Skittles. I don’t want to notice Ashtyn’s chest, or any of her other body parts, for that matter. I’m already too aware of the girl as it is. Paying attention to her female parts is not an option, for more reasons than the obvious.
    I close my laptop when the big Latino guy calls out, “Derek, wait. How about helping us out?”
    Ashtyn says, “We don’t need any help, Vic. Besides, you heard what my sister said. Derek is forbidden to help us.”
    Yeah, but that just makes me want to break the rules even more. “What kind of help?”
    â€œRetaliation for messing up Ashtyn’s yard.”
    Jet, the self-declared best-looking dude with a big mouth, says, “We gotta come up with a plan so they know not to screw with us. We could use any ideas you’ve got.”
    Ashtyn steps between me and the guys. “He doesn’t have any ideas. Right, Derek?”
    â€œRight.” I burst her short-lived moment of triumph. “But I’ll work on it.”
    â€œNo, you won’t,” she orders as her teammates say, “Great” and “Let us know if you come up with anything.”
    Ashtyn shoots me a glare, then pats each of her friends on the shoulder. “We’ll talk about this later. It’s team business. You guys go do drills. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
    After they file out, Ashtyn leans on the table, her face close to mine. I wish to hell Jet hadn’t mentioned her breasts, because the way she’s leanin’ I have a good view of her lacy pink bra.
    â€œYou seem to think I need a savior.” I have a hard time concentrating on her words and not her bra. “I don’t. And while I appreciate you helping me clean the mess in my yard, I was more than capable of doing it myself.”
    I pick up my laptop. “I’m no savior.”
    â€œThen what’s your agenda, Cowboy?” she