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"Hihihi." Ginnie giggled as she thought of the plan she had in mind. "Senior Hugo, once the game starts…" 

She trailed off, forced to move back as Max suddenly squeezed himself between her and Hugo. Deep lines appeared between her brows while Hugo scrunched up his nose. 

"Max?" Hugo's voice was tinged with surprise and dismay. "Hey, man, what the—can't you sit elsewhere?" 

"Max, what are you doing here?" Ginnie asked, shifting back a little to give him more space. "This is a practice game, and I don't think you should be here." 

"That's right. You own the other team, don't you?" Hugo arched a brow, watching Max cross his arms and rest one leg over the other. 

"Well, I am here," Max stated matter-of-factly. He cocked his head back and shot Hugo a deadpan look. "And you're here as well. What's wrong with that?" 

"What the heck are you talking about?"