He takes a few seconds before responding. “Coach told me he called to check if I’ve been active in hockey.” He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. “He clearly didn’t expect my midterm grades. So now he’s trying to discredit them. Somehow.”
A hot wave of anger shoots through me.
“Isn’t that illegal?” I snap. “We did nothing wrong and he’s not going to find anything. Why would he even try to discredit your efforts?”
He shakes his head, eyes hard. “He knows he’s about to lose everything he wagered so he’s getting desperate.” His jaw ticks, the muscle flexing, and he lets out a humorless scoff. “I can’t believe he’s actually pulling this kind of stunt with you.”
I swallow. So it wasn’t some random psycho calling me. It wasn’t even a prank.
It was Braydon’s dad, someone I already know i
