11 | Dirty Tackle

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While he wasn't blind to the rumors and gossip that focused on him and his escapades, Sebastian found himself desperately wishing his one-night with Stick Girl hadn't come to light

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While he wasn't blind to the rumors and gossip that focused on him and his escapades, Sebastian found himself desperately wishing his one-night with Stick Girl hadn't come to light. Of all the things Jude could have revealed, he had to pick the one thing Sebastian was keen on keeping absolutely mute about.

"You can leave if you want," Michael murmured, sending knowing glances to both Marcus and Jacob. "We'll stay and do damage control."

In times like this, Sebastian was grateful to have such loyal friends. Though there were now two family members of his that he couldn't trust, these three made up for that tenfold.

"Thanks," he sighed as he got to his feet. "Come find me if things get too out of hand here."

"Got it," Michael chuckled. "Now get out of here before the vultures come for you."

Sebastian offered up a half-assed eyeroll as he jogged out of the courtyard, trying hard to ignore the stares that followed him into the building. Fortunately, the hallways were deserted, giving him a straight shot back to the safety of the ISS room where he wouldn't have to face anyone except for Stick Girl for the rest of the day.

Sebastian slowed to a walk as he turned into the corridor that led away from the courtyard, allowing himself to relax a little, but the action proved to be premature.

A sudden shove from behind was enough to make him stumble and bump into a nearby locker. He was reeling from the sudden attack but he easily regained his balance and turned to face his assailant, putting him face to face with a livid Zak.

"What the hell, Huntington?" he snapped.

The look in Zak's eyes told Sebastian that his words had likely gone in one ear and out the other. The guy was too furious to comprehend anything at the moment.

"Did you sleep with my girlfriend?" the tattooed menace demanded.

Sebastian was taken aback by the question, trying to figure out if he'd actually heard the guy correctly. "Excuse me?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Phillips," Zak said as he stepped forward, putting them almost eye to eye.

Though it was probably unwise to go toe to toe with someone who had the four horsemen of the apocalypse tattooed on his arms, Sebastian couldn't keep himself from sneering. "If you want an answer to your question, I'd suggest taking a step back."

Zak hesitated momentarily as if he were debating whether or not to take a swing at the guy who had a good thirty pounds of muscle on him, but ultimately decided to put a bit of distance between them.

"Did you or did you not sleep with Lia?" he demanded, his inked fingers curling into fists.

For the second time in less than thirty seconds, Sebastian found himself baffled by the questions that were being hurled at him. "Who the hell is that?"

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