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Bailey's pov

I could feel the collective gaze of the room on me, and I struggled to

come up with a reasonable explanation for the hickey. But nothing

seem come to mind and my temples pinch slightly.

Katrina glanced at me with a knowing smile, her eyes dancing with

amusement, while Nurse Charles simply raised an eyebrow, as if she

was waiting patiently for the excuse I would come up with.

Does Katrina suspect what was going on?

Kaleb's lips curved into a sly grin as he leaned back on the bed, clearly

enjoying the situation he'd put me in.

Before I could come up with an excuse, Mira pressed on. " It's so red

and looks fresh," her brows furrowed as she stared at me confusion

and surprise.

She moves closer to me to obvious inspect it to make sure and by

instinct my hands lift to cover over it. Well where I thought it was.

Damn you Kaleb.

I cleared my throat my mind and heart racing. "Uh well, it's just a..." my

head hurt as I try my best to come up with something that won't have

Mira even more suspicious. Her eyes narrowed as she waited for my

response.

With my heart thrumming against my chest I blurted out. “It's a rash.

Yeah, a rash.”

Mira's brows lifted in surprised. " A rash?" then they furrowed. " It wasn't

there earlier?" by her tone, it revealed how confused she is at the

moment.

"It was," Katrina butted in, saving me. " I saw it."

I let out a breath of relief, grateful she came to my rescue but I knew

she had put two and two together and suspected Kaleb and me.

Mira looked at the rash and chewed on her lips, with a nod she lets it

go. " I must've missed it. You should put an ointment on that.”

Nurse Charles nodded, agreeing with Mira. " If it's a persistent rash you

may need to go to the doctor to have it checked out.”

I know the old lady was teasing me, especially with the smirk playing on

her lips as she stared at both Kaleb and I.

I nod and looked away, my face flustered. Nurse Charles continued to

tend to Kaleb's ankle. After a few Ryan and Stefan showed up to check

up on Kaleb. Stefan apologized for tackling Kaleb and Ryan voiced out

how the coach was an asshole for not allowing him to help Kale go to

the nurses office.

“It's fine. I told you I could walk on my own. It's a tiny sprain and I

barely feel it now. " Kaleb grumble, lifting his leg to show his ankle. The

swelling had one down a lot. And the red tinge that had been there was

no longer visible.

Nurse Charles tapped his foot and stood up. * you only need to get

yourself some painkillers to get you through the night if the pain is

uncomfortable.”

Kaleb nods and nurse Charles continued. " Continue to ice it down at

home."

Nurse Charles continued to instruct Kaleb on what to do to make sure

the ankle gets healed nicely but after a few I noticed his eyes were

glaring hard, not on me but on Stefan who stood beside me, his hands

in his front pockets.

"I'm kind of surprised I managed to tackle Mr. Tough guy over here,”

He joked, his voice low for only me to hear. I giggled but stopped

abruptly when I realized Kaleb was glaring a hole in Stefan's head.

My brows drew together, confused by the sudden tension in the room

and the surprising glare he sent Stefan's way that could melt steel.

" Stefan," Kaleb suddenly ground out through clench teeth, his eyes

flickering with anger and irritation.

Stefan looked at him with pinched brows, but Stefan wasn't the only

one confused by the sudden change in Kaleb's tone. Everyone was.

"Yeah?"

" Go get me my clothes in the locker room." Kaleb grumble, glaring at

him, his eyes flickering from anger and annoyance.

What's with him?

Did he knock his head when he was tackled?

Stefan looks surprised at the command. " Aren't you going to the locker

room to change anyway?"

Kaleb's jaw ticked. " I want to change here."

Stefan's puzzlement grew but he sighed and nod. " Okay."

When he was out of the room, Mira's arms cross in a stern way as she

scowl at her brother. " What the hell was that about? Why did you just

act like a dick to Stefan?"

Kaleb shifted on the bed, moving off to stand on his feet. " I didn't act

like a dick to him."

Mira snorted, rolling her eyes. " You were glaring at the poor guy like he

stole your last piece of chicken! "

Kaleb stared at her hard. " Mind your business Mira."

" Is this because of the tackle? He apologized and you said it was

okay." She pointed out.

" Mira just drop it!" He snapped at her, running a hand through his hair

as he sneaked a glance at me discreetly and that's when I realized I

knew why Kaleb treated Stefan the way he did just now.

Was Kaleb, jealous?

Or maybe he was really upset about the tackle?

With Kaleb, no one really knew the guy's true feelings. He was a

complicated puzzle I could never piece together.

He huffed and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Mira questioned in an irritated tone.

" To the locker room." Kaleb said over his shoulder as he opened the

door and stepped out.

Mira glared at the door. " That tackle must've fucked up his brain. He's

not acting like himself."

"You're right. But I highly doubt the tackle is the cause of his sudden

mood," Katrina said, glancing at me with a knowing look that made me

squirm.