Chapter 37

But the desire to wipe that disgusting smirk off Jack’s face wasn’t.

So Luca seized the open locker door by Jack’s head, and slammed it into his nose.

“One more thing,” Luca snarled, as Jack groaned and swore at him, “and I’ll kill you. You get me?”

“You can fucking tr―”

Luca slammed the door open again, then unclenched his fists, and stormed back out. Fuck Jack Collins. Fuck swimming. Fuck everything—Luca was going to go home, bury himself in bed, and play video games.

But—first…

He fumbled his phone out of his pocket with numb fingers as he jogged up the stairs.

“Luca! You not joining us, kid!”

He ignored Coach Cooper’s shout from the reception desk, and kept walking.

To: Tav

Message: sorry about this morning :( come over @ 6 2 watch archer? x