Authors: Victoria H. Smith
I grinned. I always enjoyed when she made me food. It didn’t matter what she made. Girls just didn’t do that for me. Hell, I was lucky if I could get them to eat in front of me. Roxie Peterson was spoiling me. “Sounds amazing. I’ll take three.”
She knew from previous experience that I wasn’t joking. She nodded, leaving the side of the bed. When she opened the door, Ryan was passing by.
He stopped. “Hey, Roxie.”
“Hi, Ryan.” She stepped out into the hallway. “Want a PB and J?” she asked, pointing at him with a grin.
The guy didn’t even hesitate. “Can you add bananas?”
I fought myself from gagging. My roommate and his weird food combinations.
Roxie laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”
She passed him, and he came into my bedroom. He pointed behind him. “I think I love your girlfriend.”
“I hope not too fucking much.” I picked up one of my pillows and chucked it at him.
He angled out of the way of the flying object. After flipping me the bird, he spun my desk chair around and took a seat on it. “Not like that, Griff. Dang.” He laughed. “I’m just saying I like her around. She makes the place feel homey or something.”
I gave a short laugh, my attention going back to the game on T.V. I liked her around, too.
I turned up the television, and Ryan asked if this was the last game we played. I nodded. “Just looking for stuff we can work on. You know we shouldn’t have lost that one.”
“Yeah. Our defense was a mess that night. Fouls all over the place. I haven’t seen us this sloppy all season.”
I tipped him a nod, agreeing. I really hadn’t thought about that, but he was right. We just had in general really sloppy playing.
“I mean, look at D.” He gestured to the screen. “He always aces his free throws. What the fuck is this?”
I stared hard at the screen. D missed one of his free throws in this quarter. Something he was always good at. Thinking about something, I picked up the remote, fast-forwarding. I stopped in the three quarter, and just as I thought, he was fouled again. He got two shots once again, but this time, he missed both of them. Something he should have been doing effortlessly. We all had our bad days, but this just seemed weird.
Ryan groaned when I rewound the shots, playing the misses again. “It’s like he had fucking beer goggles on.”
I played it a third time, lowering the remote as I did. I took in only what mattered, ignoring the crowd and the other players. I only paid attention to D, studying every angle, every moment, until the ball left his fingertips. The ball hit the hoop at an angle before falling off the rim. I played it again, studying his form. Analyzing him in detail, my eyes flashed at his positioning, which was angled and completely off center. He was starting the shots beyond awkwardly. He had no chance at making the shots shooting this way. This went beyond sloppy. In fact, it was borderline careless.
Ryan pressed on his legs, standing. “I almost forgot why I came in. Do you have your phone shut off or something? D’s been trying to get ahold of you. He texted me to track you down.”
D?
Setting down the remote, I picked up my phone. I wasn’t surprised I hadn’t heard it. I put it on silent whenever I reserved time for just Roxie and me.
I clicked a random button and the backlighting revealed the numerous missed calls and texts. What was even weirder was they were all from who Ryan said, the friend who literally had been doing anything he could to be anywhere but at the apartment. Rather urgently, the texts all said the same thing. He was downstairs and wanted to talk. The latest text being five minutes ago.
What the hell?
“You’re a goddess, and you’re never allowed to leave.”
I looked up at the sound of Ryan’s voice. He was bowing to Roxie, accepting a plate from her with a single sandwich on it.
“I don’t know about that.” She chuckled, walking over to me with a plate that had four sandwiches stacked on top of each other. I guessed three of those were mine. She took a seat on the bed cross-legged and smiled. “But I appreciate the compliment.”
He tipped the sandwich to her, closing the door behind him when he left.
Roxie set the plate of sandwiches on the bed, taking her own from the top. I hated to do this to her after she went to all the trouble of making them for me, but I had to get to the bottom of this business with D. Something was off. First the game. Now the texts and calls out of the blue…
I got up from the bed, asking Roxie to save the sandwiches for me while I got on my shoes.
“Where are you going?” she asked, following me with her gaze. She set the sandwich she had down and worry lined her face.
I finished tying my laces and surprised her when I popped a kiss on her lips. “Just downstairs for a minute. You staying tonight?”
Her lips went up into a smile. “I can.”
“Good.” I hopped up, slipping on my hoodie. “I just got to see D for a second. He’s down there and wants to talk. I’ll be right back.”
That pretty smile she had slowly faded from her face. “He’s not… he’s not coming up because of me, is he? That night Tanya came over she said he was mad that you didn’t tell him about me. About what I used to do. She got him drunk and convinced him to tell her about my videos.”
I wished this information surprised me. I didn’t understand why D got so mad. How could he expect my confidence in him when he reacted the way he did about Roxie? He had been acting so weird. He’d been so stressed the fuck out all the time and partying more than studying. Something was definitely going on with him. I had a strong feeling I was about to find out what.
I sat on the bed beside Roxie, pushing her hair back as I settled my hands on her cheeks. I gave her a kiss; one so warm that the heat lingered between our mouths. When I pulled back, I smiled her. “You don’t worry, you hear me? I think D’s got some stuff going on. Probably just wants to talk in private.”
She took that for what it was with a nod. I could only hope I was wrong about D. At the end of the day, he was my friend. And no matter what he did, I didn’t like seeing friends struggling.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Griffin
I let D know via text I was coming down, and he told me to meet him on the other side of our apartment building. At this point, the bad feeling that brewed inside me was piquing, but it went into overdrive when I found him. He stood against the wall in the shadow of the building with his hands deep in his pockets, breathing hard with an intense look in his eyes. He heard me and his head shot up like his nerves were fried. I’d never seen him this way. It was as if he was coming down off something.
He hurried over to me, his hands shaking when he pulled them out of his pockets.
“What’s going, man?” I asked, a harsh turn settling in my stomach. I had a feeling I didn’t want to know.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I messed up, Griff.”
My adrenaline sparked to life, but I didn’t let it reflect. Calm and cool, I forced myself to ask. “Okay. Well, talk to me. Tell me what happened. We’ll see what we can do about it.”
His eyes went up to mine, shifting as he stared at me. “You still want to help me? Even with all the shit that’s been going on between us?”
His question couldn’t have surprised me more. He obviously didn’t think too much of me if he thought I’d cut and run and throw away years of friendship just because he was acting like a douche. That wasn’t the way I played. I didn’t leave people behind if they were in trouble. The words I said were simple, but they said all I needed to in that moment.
“I’d like to think you’d do the same,” I told him.
His expression settled after that, his head moving into nod. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far, but these guys…”
He shook his head after he said that, and when he didn’t finish, looking on the verge of vomiting, I knew he did something real bad. Something serious. We’d done a lot of things. D and me. Stuff that could get us in all kinds of trouble over the years. But if he was out here, feeling it was only okay to tell me what he had to say in the dark, this must have been something else. Something not easily fixed. Not easily swept away.
Putting my hand on his shoulder, I sought to make him continue despite the fact I wasn’t so sure if I wanted know the extent of what he’d done. “Just tell me. We’ll figure it out.”
He gazed away. D had always been one of those guys that never got scared. Never lacked confidence. It came from his time on the streets and the environment he grew up in. But him in front of me now was a new person. One employing things I thought I’d never see. Anxiety. Reservation.
Fear.
“At first,” he started, pushing his hand behind his neck. “At first, it was just like the things with the gifts we used to get. Except these guys wanted something in return for them. Information. They came at me one day after practice. They said they just wanted tips. Who was on their game. Who was hurt or had an injury. Like a bad knee or something. Just tips, you know? They never told me why, but I could assume it was for betting. I heard them out. I even let them tell me the offer, but you and I agreed no more. No more bribes no matter how sweet.”
D and I never gave anything in return for what we took from people. That was a new level. A new platform battling the ethics line. Being dumb kids from low income families, we took shit, naturally, but we never once gave anything back. Especially information and whatnot about our team. But he told me he actually heard these guys out. Took the time to listen. I’d been approached many times with offers of the same, but I never stuck around long enough for specifics. There was always a moment in the conversation when it went that way and toward things a player had no business even thinking about. That was the moment to say thanks but no thanks. One that all players learned to recognize early so they weren’t tempted into doing something stupid. D didn’t do that, though. He didn’t leave. He let himself be put in the position to be handled, and I didn’t understand why.
“I turned them down flat out, Griffin.” He swiped his hand to emphasize the point. “I knew better. I did. But then…” He pressed his lips together, gazing away. “My mom lost her job, Griff. A few months ago. She told me not to worry. Keep my head in the books, you know, but—” He clenched his fists, breathing hard. “Goddammit, how could I not worry? I’m all she’s got. She and my sisters… I’m the only one they have. So when I found out over the holidays how bad things really were at home… The bills were piling up and the collectors were hounding Mama. Even on Christmas, Griff. Even on fucking Christmas they were calling her.”
He raised his hands, threading them on top of his head. He walked away a few steps from me, aimlessly, and what was happening in front of me came to light. He did this for his family. Whatever he decided to do, he did for them. Suddenly, these past months started to make sense. The partying. The excessive drinking and sleeping through his classes. Even his over reaction about Roxie. He was stressed. He was dealing with shit at home, and that was enough. Enough to make him get into something—to say fuck it and throw his morals to the wind. I started to think about myself. What I would have done if I was in that situation, but in the end, I knew I would handle things differently. When you cared about someone, their opinion on major decisions should be taken into consideration. They should or you could make things worse. His decision to do what he’d done had to have been made on his own. His momma would never have asked him to do something that clearly didn’t sit well with him for the sake of helping her pay her bills.
“I had to do it, Griff,” he said, lowering his hands. “My mama couldn’t catch up on things at home, and my sisters are too young to help her out with work. I’m all they got, and I had to do it. It was only a couple of times with these guys. Just a few times to get mama back on her feet. But then they wanted more information and more frequently. The payment got bigger the more I gave them. It escalated and…”
He was acting like he couldn’t finish, like he couldn’t get out the words. I gave him a shake by the shoulder, hoping it would help.
He looked up at me, his eyes downcast. The expression had my heart thudding at full speed. “They asked me to miss a few points. Still help win the game for us, but not by so much. Miss a free throw. Lack in defense.”
My head swam like a wave hit me at full blast, and I lowered my hand from his shoulder. This thing he just told me… he wouldn’t. He
couldn’t
be so…
My eyes flashed to him. I wouldn’t even entertain the thought. I heard about this, other players doing this, but no one I knew would do something so stupid. Something so thoughtless. Careless and extremely selfish. To do so one would have to toss away their pride, essentially throw their team under the bus. I refused to believe it, but in the back of my mind I knew. I knew I had to make myself ask.
“You didn’t.” I shook my head. “Tell me you didn’t…”
The words were hard at first, so I had to look away. Taking a breath, I came out with it. “Tell me you didn’t point shave. Tell me you didn’t degrade yourself and toss away your team like they were trash for a buck.”
The fear that hit his eyes I felt myself, and when he cringed, his eyes so lost and scared, I knew the answer to my own question. I fucking knew.
“I’m sorry, Griff,” he said, swallowing hard. “I know it’s wrong, but I had no choice—”
“Shit, D, you always have a choice!” This had to be dream—a nightmare. “It’s a federal crime, D. A fucking federal crime. You could go to fucking prison if people found out.”
He knew that. He had to have. How many players went down over the years due to scandals like this? Served
time
for shit like this. He couldn’t be that stupid. I refused to believe it.
By the anxious look in his eyes, I knew he did. He did, but he did it anyway. He felt desperate enough to take that route and risk that fallout for himself. He must have thought he could handle it. That it was worth whatever he had to do to help out his family.
“The payout was so good, Griff. Easy money for just a few points. It took care of mama. It helped her pay her mortgage and months of bills the first time I did it.”