he shouted in reaction to my new PB, shaking my shoulders.I stood up. Austin threw me my towel and said, “You pumped or what? I thought you were gonna give yourself a friggin’ coronary!”Reaching down for my water, I glanced over to Chris Porter, who’d been staring at me on and off all session with a shit-eating grin on his damn ugly face.Jimmy-Don walked over from Porter’s little posse, shaking his head, prompting me to ask, “What the fuck’s up with him?”“He’s with Shelly Blair and won’t shut the hell up over it.”That stilled me. “He’s with Shel?”“Apparently,” Jimmy-Don said in disbelief.“Then why the fuck is he glaring at me all the time? I was starting to think he was into me.”“Just let it go, Rome,” Austin said, slapping my back. “He’s a douche, no more explanation needed.”“Let what go?” I asked, suspicion creeping into my veins.I watched Austin glance at Jimmy-Don and shake his head—way to be inconspicuous.Turning to them both, I snapped, “You tell me or I’ll go over there myself and find out.”Jimmy-Don paled and went to say something, when Coach entered the room.
