Connor
"He was probably doing that for you to like him," I shrugged with a smile. I knew Edward detested Phillip, he called him 'a boil covered cockroach'. If he let him smoke he was probably just hoping that Coach caught him so he couldn't play for a few games.
"Rich boy probably knows better," he grinned, "Anyway it's good that we don't have to deal with him. No one wants to be led into a match by a bloody princess anyway sprinking rainbows and whatever gay pride nonsense his family is always preaching."
My stomach tightened at that. If Phillip knew the truth about me, I had a strong feeling he wouldn't be thinking of me so fondly. "Yeah," I pulled a tight smile trying to shake off how uncomfortable I felt.
"Anywho, what's your plan?" he raised his eyebrows and looked at me expectantly.
"My plan for what?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
