"How would you know?" Geoffrey demanded.
A smarmy smile spread across Sean's face. Giving a single shoulder shrug, he told us, "I've got my sources," and ducked into the guy's locker room.
Watching him go, Geoffrey rolled his eyes. "That idiot thinks he knows something."
"And maybe he does."
"Or maybe I'm right," he returned.
I gritted my teeth. Enough was enough. I had to put up with Andre and his gang. They might've given me some slack since I scored, but that could change at any time. I wasn't about to let my friend put me through a guilt trip for not jumping on a grenade.
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