The Red Zone (The League, #2)

by Meg Reading

A dark-haired lady in her late-forties to mid-fifties reached for the handle of the freezer door next to mine in unison with me. I gave her a friendly closed-mouth smile before transferring my attention on the vast ice cream selection in front of me. Perusing through the pint-sized options, I silently debated back and forth between the options for a quick second before deciding to get both birthday cake and chocolate brownie crunch. I placed them on top of the mound of snacks I’d already accumulated and let the door slam behind me. “Sorry,” I apologized to the woman, thinking the repulsed look on her face was from the loud noise of the door shutting. However, the disgusted once-over she was giving me told me that this had nothing to do with the freezer. “You should really learn to put on some clothes.” She turned up her nose, giving me a once-over with a disgusted look on her face. Jealousy was a disease. And unfortunately for this woman, I wasn’t immune. I’d spent countless hours from the ages of thirteen to twenty-three being picked apart, ridiculed, and called every horrible name under the sun. While also spending a majority of my time with some of the most beautiful people on the planet—by society's standards, of course. Whatever this deeply insecure woman had to say to or about me wasn’t even penetrating the thinnest layer of my mind. Especially considering the fact that I was wearing a boring workout top and athletic shorts. If she considered this to be scandalous, I...