Ruthless knight

Turns out being Izzy isn’t half as bad as I thought it would be, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t in a hurry to get off the field and be Sawyer again. 

The sound of the buzzer is music to my ears and when I look up, I see Lucky Seven being rushed by his teammates. 

I can’t see his face since his helmet is still on, but I can feel the energy radiating off him. 

It’s addicting. 

I must be staring at him for too long though, because Bianca sidles up to me and whispers, “Ogle my brother any longer and Casey’s go

Shit. 

Turning, I promptly follow the cheerleaders off the field. 

“You were amazing, Casey,” Morgan coos. 

Kiss ass. 

“I know.” Casey fluffs her hair and pouts. “But I really need to lose five pounds.” 

Seriously? The girl is a size two on a bad day. 

Behind them, I see Bianca exchange an eye roll with Caitlyn and another girl. 

“Oh, please, girl,” Morgan tells her. “You’re perfect.” 

“I know, but the head cheerleader of the Bears is ski

“You could always try low-carb.” 

Casey looks at her friend like she’s a bug in her soup. “I already do no carb, Morgan.” 

Bianca clears her throat. “You know, my dad’s pharmaceutical company recently developed this new protein bar that’s supposed to help athletes lose weight in a short amount of time. I can try to get you some if you want, but I should warn you, it’s really powerful and it’s still in the begi

Casey stops in her tracks. “Does it work?”

Bianca nods. “I dropped three pounds this week. It gives you the shits like crazy though.” 

Morgan crinkles her nose. “Gross.” 

Bianca shrugs. “Like I said, this stuff is no joke. Plus, it’s how you lose all the weight. It has to go somewhere, you know?” 

Casey thinks about this for a moment. “I suppose there’s no harm in trying it out.” 

Morgan makes a face. “Don’t be dumb, Casey. I wouldn’t take anything from this little bit—”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not taking it then, huh?” Casey counters. “Although truth be told, you probably should. Your ass is getting huge.”

There are a lot of things wrong with Morgan, but the size of her ass isn’t one of them. 

“Oakley told me my ass looked great today.” 

Casey makes a noise of disgust. “You mean the stoner who’s repeating his senior year of high school?” She tosses her head back and laughs. “Please. That moron can barely string two decent sentences together, let alone form a cohesive thought or opinion that anyone important actually cares about.” 

I open my mouth to defend my friend…but remember I can’t. 

Bianca gives Casey a syrupy sweet smile. “I have to go catch a ride home with my brother, but I can bring you some of the bars tomorrow if you want.”

Casey nods. “Yeah, thanks.” 

The moment Bianca turns away, her smile changes to a menacing smirk. 

That girl is definitely brewing something in her cauldron.