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“Three? That’s it?”
Roman nods. “Crimes of sexual assault come with the least severe punishment. It’s a bullshit system if you ask me, but my pops says it’s the best we’re gonna get unless Allie wants to go to trial.”
“Fuck that,” Dominique barks and Coach turns to look at us. We draw back further into the locker room.
“I know. I’m not putting her through that.”
“I thought the rape charges couldn’t stick. How is this guy getting three years—”
“Because he confessed. They won’t stick to Miguel because we have no proof, but when they dragged in the other guy, some William Chaiton or some shit, they told him Miguel flipped on him and he told them everything.” He exhales a harsh breath. “He told them every goddamn twisted detail and we can’t use any of it to nail Miguel because the deal’s already been signed.
I push my sucker to my cheek. “Fuck, man. That’s rough.”
None of us say anything after that. The situation is a dumpster fire. Our system is broken and the fact that two asshole rapists are getting off so easy makes me sick to my stomach. I’m glad they got Miguel for something, even if it wasn’t for the rape, but it’s still bullshit.
Coach blows his whistle, and we all grab our gear, heading for the doors. Dominique slaps my shoulder, his voice grim as he says, “Focus on getting through the game, kicking their asses, and then we’ll go collect what’s ours from the party.”
I lift a brow in silent question. Ours. Really? We making confessions now?
Dom’s jaw locks tight and he gives me a stiff nod, refusing to say anything else as we spill onto the field. Well, isn’t that interesting.
SIXTY-NINE
Bibiana
Allie picked me up and we dropped Luis off at Monique’s before going to Kasey’s to get ready.
I eye the dress Kasey has picked out for me, having flashbacks to the night I first met Emilio. “No.” I shake my head and throw the dress back at her.
“Why not?”
Allie plops down on the bed and settles in for the show, already dressed and ready in a red body con dress with long sleeves and a short hemline.
“Because my body is not like your body and I am not going to put every dimple and bulge on display.”
Kasey rolls her eyes. “You’re right. Your body isn’t like mine,” she says and my shoulders slump. Ouch. I mean, it’s true but still. “It’s better. Because you have curves I would kill for but am still a few years away from developing. And you have a rack most girls would die for. So, put on the damn dress.”
My brows pull together. “Uh, thanks. But still no.”
“Come on, Bibi. Just try it on,” Allie pleads.
“I’m serious when I say it’s going to look awful. And it’s backless. I can’t go braless. I will literally leak everywhere.”
Kasey’s face scrunches up. “Okay. You might have me there.” She returns to her closet and flips through the hangers before pulling out a black lace dress with skin colored lining. “Try this one.” She tosses me the dress and Allie steps up beside me, fingering the lace.
“This is hella pretty,” she says, and I can’t help but agree.
“Okay. Give me a minute.”
I use Kasey’s attached bathroom to slip into the dress. The zipper is on the side, making it easy to get into on my own. I rub my hands down the front, smoothing out any wrinkles as I look at myself in the mirror.
“Woah.”
The door opens behind me and Kasey and Allie both step inside.
“Damn,” Allie says.
“Told you.” The corner of Kasey’s mouth lifts into a smirk. “Curves in all the right places.”
