“You might think he cares about you, but he’s just as selfish as you think I am,” he says. “Did he tell you the real reason he left LSU?” I stay silent. He takes my lack of an answer as confirmation, chuckling softly. “I didn’t think so.” “Shut the hell up, Darryl.” “Ask him about Sara Wittman, babe. His ex-girlfriend.” “Don’t call me that.” I try to wriggle away, but he uses his height and weight to his advantage to pin me in place. “And get the fuck off me, or I’ll call him.” “You won’t.” Darryl’s eyes pierce mine. “If he fights me, he’ll get kicked off the team. That already happened once.”
