Chapter Thirteen

I knew it was the carrot-top kid again, who called me a pussy.

I was aware that I was not in the right side of town and this was not my territory. But I felt my blood run up my head and I didn’t hesitate to turn around and walk back to the group of juveniles who had clearly underestimated me.

“If I beat your ass, you’ll do my every bidding for a week, you understand?” I said crossly, darting my glance to the boy with red hair and pale, freckled face.

He was shocked for a moment but then he smiled at me widely. “Sure. But be warned. Nicholas plays on my team and he’s pretty good. You, on the other hand… not sure your pretty fingers can even hold the ball for five seconds,” he shot back. He turned to the rest of the group, giving me no chance to smack his face.

Good! I play better when I’m pissed off.

Nicholas stood beside me. When I looked at him, he was shaking his head. “Now, you’re in big trouble,” he said.

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re playing against me and I don’t like to lose.”