Chapter Text
Jeremy walked off the court barely catching his breath and his media smile fell off his face the second the door to the foyer closed. He was exhausted. How the Foxes could do that every game was beyond his understanding. They got them in the second half as if they didn’t just play the whole first one like their life depended on it. Jeremy was in awe and he really meant what he said before the game. It was not charity, but only fair to give the Foxes an even try and despite their crushing loss, he felt like it was the most fun he had in a while. This felt like little league exy again. Like sweat, tears and muscles so sore they were about to give in. He hadn’t realized how much he missed the feeling until the Foxes kicked the Trojans into the dirt and Jeremy thanked them for it. He could almost see Kevin Day’s glorious smile before his eyes again. This man was a walking legend. Switched from everyone's favorite star team to the underdog of the Exy world and stuck around long enough to get them to be beating the ones who dared to make fun of them. Additionally, he fully recovered, from such a terrible injury that happened to his hand, to shine even brighter than before. Oh, and he also played full games on the regular - crazy maniac. Jeremy thought that he wanted to be Kevin when he was a real grown up one day. The Trojan captain huffed in light amusement under his nose and dropped himself on the bench as one of the supporting coaches pushed a Gatorade into his hands. Despite the overall tiredness and game related buzz, his thoughts constantly spiraled down to the news the Fox striker gave him before their match.
Jean Moreau was looking for a new team.
It would become the headliner of the month if not for Kevin's parent reveal and accident implication. Kevin was speaking carefully when explaining the situation to him, but there's been a lot of gesticulating and you-knows. If Jeremy was to be completely honest, he had no clue what Kevin meant by half of it, but with the recent discovery about some questionable Raven behaviors he knew better than to peer any details out of him. At least not then. He would definitely try calling him another day, because 'in need of a new team' and 'injured, but will play as good as new in no time' wasn't quite enough for Jeremy. In need of a new team? What happened that another person of the indestructive so called “Perfect Court” was about to leave the Nest? Injured? Was that something like Kevin's accident? Had, whoever did those things to Kevin, striked again and this time took down the Raven backliner? It was hard to imagine. A man as tall and broad as Jean Moreau, with an expression mostly so strict it could make children cry couldn't just be harmed by anyone. Although maybe his stone cold posture was just a facade, just like Jeremy’s ever present smile, but who could know with someone as mysterious as Jean. Thinking of it, all Jeremy knew about Jean was dry facts necessary for Exy: the position he played, the number he wore (although that was something you would be reminded of constantly because of that pretentious tattoo on his cheek), his height, his stats, what dirty tricks he had up his sleeve to kick out any striker for the rest of the game. Jeremy tried to remember if he ever had the opportunity to even talk to the man and came to the conclusion that even at the banquets it was always Riko, or early on Kevin, who talked to him and never any other Raven. Jean just stood there, glooming silently over the conversation like a gothic looking scarecrow. Jeremy wondered what he'd be - the real Jean. Easily convinced, he promised Kevin he'd put a word in with coach Rhemann to try and recruit Jean. The backliner’s methods and overall appearance weren’t quite the Trojan way, but Jeremy knew it shouldn’t be something preventing them from recruiting someone as good as Moreau. Additionally, for some reason, Kevin looked as if the Trojan captain was doing him a huge favor, so of course, the always sunny Jeremy, had to agree.
Once the drink in his hand was almost gone, he got up, his legs feeling like cotton candy, and walked across the room to meet his coach's calm gaze.
'What's up, Jez?' He asked while he dismissed the supporting coaches, Jakubowski and Parker, with a wave of the hand. 'Any late regrets for letting those kids kick our ass? I hope you're ready to listen to my game analysis tomorrow because I've got plenty to say.' Despite his words a smile slowly crawled from under his bushy mustache onto his usually passive, square face.
'No regrets, coach. We did get our ass beaten quite literally though. Muscles hurt back there that I didn't even know I had. And you know I adore your talking - puts me to sleep like nothing else. I should record you one day, you know? Would forever cure my insomnia.' Jeremy smiled tiredly, mirroring his coach's behavior.
'I should bench you for being a bad example for the freshmen.' The coach huffed but his lips remained bent into a crooked one sided smile. The group of freshmen giggled a little in response.
'Don't get yourself in trouble, Captain!' One of the younger girls, who Jeremy suspected had a crush on him, winked in his direction. Jeremy widened his smile a little in response, but kept his focus on the older man.
'Can't promise anything, but that's not what I came here for. I would need a word with you later, Coach. Could you stay?'
Rhemann's smile shifted into the familiar neutral, but firm expression. His eyes studied Jeremy for a good couple of silent seconds but then he nodded slightly.
'Just don't take forever in that shower. My wife's already furious with me for letting you pull off that number with the reduced team capacity. She told me she's more of a fan of winning that good PR, so next time I should tell you to shove your good Samaritan practices up your ass and for once bring back the championship title.'
Jeremy laughed although there’s been an ache in his chest.
‘Next year, Coach. Next year I'll get it for us. Tell Mrs. R that I know she still adores me and it might have something to do with those mentioned 'good Samaritan practices’. Looking at you, I just know she's a sucker for good boys.' The freshmen laughed again.
'Get out of my face Knox. She's still telling me what a 'wonderful boy’ you are at least once a week. I could do with a little less of that. Maybe she'll shut up about you after today. Now go, shower.' Jeremy ginned brightly and turned to the showers. When he was by the men's locker doors he passed Alvarez who was already dressed and was heading back for the foyer.
'You look like shit J.' Her fist bumped into his shoulder. 'Good game.'
'You too.' He smiled at her in return. 'Don't think I didn't see that hug with Josten. Didn't take you for the emotional type, Alvarez.' Her fist hit his shoulder one more time, this time Jeremy winced in response. His tired muscles were already in agony, without the familiar violence Alvalez provided. 'Time out!' He begged while putting his hands in the air. 'I'm defenseless. Don't kick a man who’s already down!'
'I can see you standing just fine, maybe a little wobbly. Besides, you brought this on yourself. Don't you dare call me emotional. Gross. And Josten - never again. The boy has some motor attached to his ass. Have you seen how fast he is? And does he ever get tired? No, thank you. Next time you play as his mark.' She pushed her short hair out of her face and released a tired sigh.
'You do know that I'm a striker, yes?' Jeremy laughed quietly.
'Fucking streaker is what you are. Shit ass captain.' Jeremy thought she'd hit him another time into the shoulder and brace himself for the impact but she put her shaky hand on it instead and squeezed it. (A little too tight for Jeremy's liking but it was Alvarez. She was famous for her lack of sensitivity.) 'Good game. I mean it. We almost had them. Next year.'
‘Next year.' Jeremy repeated.
'I see you at the after party, right?' Alvarez took her hand back and pushed both of them in her pockets.'I need someone to get shitfaced with.'
'I'll be there.' Jeremy smiled politely because he much rather just go straight to bed from there, but as a captain he could not miss a party. Not one as gravitating as this mourning of their lost seasons. Another season they kicked into the dirt. This time even without being in the final. Jeremy pushed those thoughts away for later and met Alvarez's eyes anew. 'Just need to talk to Coach first. Got a hot hint for a new player.'
'Hot hint? Who is it? I'll wait for an explanation at the party. Don't let me down, J.'
'Wouldn't dream of it, Sarah-baby.'
'Call me Sarah one more time and I'll bite your head off.' She flipped him off and started walking to the lounge again.
Jeremy finally entered the lockers where most of the guys were already dressed or at least after the shower. They all cheered him on as he walked to his locker with a loud:'Captain! Captain!' chant.
'Boys!' Jeremy laughed and waved his hands in the air, trying to silence them.' Get dressed and get out of here. We're meeting at El Nino later on for drinks and food. I don't want to see any long faces tonight. Good job everyone.' He announced loudly and was met with an out of synch 'Yes Cap!' before everyone went on with their life. Jeremy quickly jumped under the shower and despite his best efforts he did catch a lag while standing under the hot water stream. He didn't know where time went but he realized he must have been in for too long when the water started getting cold and he had the tile pattern pressed into his forehead. He was dead tired, but he still needed to speak with the coach and then join the party. He yawned once before putting his clothes on in a hurry and dashing to the coach's office, jumping every second or third step when climbing the stairs. His legs burned in a familiar feeling but he wouldn't let it stop him. Once he entered the barely lit office James Rehnman looked up at him from over his reading glasses.
'I thought you were supposed to be quick, Jez, or was that on purpose? Didn't want the team to still be in here? Should I be preparing your contract?' The coach said while straightening up. His previous easy smile was again covered behind the thickness of his mustache.
'What?' Jeremy let out instead of a greeting and stopped at the entrance.
'I saw you talking privately with Day. I know the two of you are friends.'
'Um, yes, but I don’t see how that’s related. What does my contract have to do with any of this?' Jeremy slowly walked to the chair in front of the coach.
'I’m just guessing. We don't usually have many things to talk about that you wouldn't just say in front of the team. So I'm wondering whether maybe that friendship and the winning streak of the Foxes changed something.'
'What?' Jeremy asked again, sounding like a quacking duck. He stared at the older man for a longer moment, trying to follow the thought process and when he finally came to the conclusion of what his coach was suggesting he laughed loudly. 'Coach, you can't be serious.'
'Can't I?' The coach tilted his head to the side.
'You can't be serious. Really.' Jeremy finally sat down. 'You really think I'd switch teams? For the very last year? Me? Out of all the people? You sound like you don't know me. I think I should be offended. It's a wack plan. How would that even work out? Transferring for my last year to Palmetto? Be their sub? Because Kevin asked? Please.' Jeremy couldn't help but laugh again although he couldn't quite shake off the cold feeling of betrayal that came with Rehnman's assumption. 'With all of the respect to the Foxes - one victory against us does not really make them a winning team. Also I can't see myself getting along with them and I don't think I meet their usual standard for a player. Not quite at least.' Jeremy huffed and forced the smile to stay on his face.
'Good. I thought it'd be a ridiculous idea too. I'll keep my speech for another time in this case.' Rhemann leaned back in his chair, obviously relieved. 'Just wanted to let you know that if you did want to change teams no one would hold it against you Jeremy.'
'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' Jeremy said louder and surprised himself just as much as the coach based on the big eyes he made on the outburst. 'Sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean to get loud. I'm just… tired. This is not that I came here for. Also what do you mean no one would hold it against me? You want me to switch teams? If you're not happy with me you can tell that to my face. I know that giving away the win to the Foxes might not have been the best Idea, but everyone agreed. We voted. It was only fair. They deserved that and we wouldn’t make the title anyway. You agreed with me too, Coach.'
'Hey, hey! Jez. Jeremy. Calm down, my boy.' Rhemann leaned forward again and caught Jeremy's gaze. 'No one's saying you're not doing a good job. You're doing an excellent job. Best captain I've had in years. The team loves you and, hell, I adore you too. Don't think I'd ever send you away. I just wanted to let you know that it would be OK. If you wanted to, that is. I know it's your last year and the scouts have been hanging around you. I also know they were counting on you to bring home a trophy, so if you'd put yourself first and switch to a team that seems to be better at winning than the Trojans are, I wouldn't be mad. You should be going pro. You know that, boy. And the fact that we're consistently second is not on you.'
'It sounds like you're giving up on the team, Coach.' Jeremy's face slipped completely and he knew that by now he looked as tired as he really felt. 'I promised I'd bring you the championship. Next year we will get it and I know for sure this time because I have an ace up the sleeve for you. This is what I wanted to talk about. What Kevin spoke to me about. If this works out we could finally be best.' Jeremy leaned a little forward too, as if ready to exchange secrets with the man in front of him.
'What're you planning to do? Disqualify the Ravens? Day wants to sue them?' Rehman rested his head on his elbow, but so far he looked only slightly amused and not seriously interested.
'Better. When did the Foxes start playing better? When they got a Raven of their own. Now it's our chance. Kevin tipped me off. We can get ourselves a Raven for the lineup too.'
The coach examined Jeremy for a moment in silence, before he spoke again. His face didn’t hide his surprise.
'Someone's willing to transfer? Who? Jenkins? Williams? Engel?'
'Moreau.' Jeremy finally leaned back and rested his back at the chair.
'Moreau.' The coach parroted back and gawked at the blonde in front of him dumbfoundedly. 'Jean Moreau? The Moreau? Backliner? Perfect Court number three?'
'The one and only. Exies best backliner. Considered to be on a pro-league level, but completely overlooked by the media, because of his two 'brothers'. Number three will be changing teams and we got a heads up for it before he's officially on the market.'
'What's the catch?' The coach got up and started pacing the small room energetically. He was intrigued and Jeremy didn’t blame him. This was major news. 'Why is he leaving and why chose us?'
'I don't have a lot of details yet but Kevin made it clear that he'd like Jean to join our ranks. That we'd make a good team for him. Hence his request for me to talk to you. To convince you.'
'Why would I need convincing?' Rehman looked sharply at Jeremy. 'Don't bait me, Jez. Where's the catch? What's wrong with Moreau? Any team would kill to get him on their lineup, despite how ugly he plays. He's mercilessly efficient and deadly precise. Why would Kevin Day need you to convince me to take him?'
'He's injured.' Jeremy said, sighing. 'Again, I don't know much about it. Kevin told me he couldn't give me a lot of details, but he said that Jean would be fine to play starting off next season.'
'Injured? Injured like Day?' The coach sat back down in his chair, but his fingers were tapping on his knee. 'What happened?’
'I don't know, but judging by the whole transfer and how pressing Kevin described the issue to me I think it might be something similar.' Jeremy shrugged.
'What a fucking team. Can't believe it. Crippling their top players. Those boys are the future of Exy and whoever is doing things to them in that damn castle has no idea what harm they are causing.' Rhemann hit the desk with his fist. 'Why don't they open a case to the ERC? Even the police? They should shut that damn team down. They’re a hazard to excellent players.'
'I don't know, Coach. I really don’t, but I think there’s something going on. Whatever it is though- we could help Moreau out. Moreau could help us, Coach. Tell me you'll at least think about it.' Jeremy looked at him begging.
'Well, I am thinking about it, but you need to call Day for more details on that injury and I want to talk to Moreau personally. I need to hear him say that he can play less dirty. We're not ruining our reputation because of one player. After that I’ll give coach Moriyama a call and we’ll talk about the fine print details. Moreau’s probably used to the prestige treatment. Let’s see if we can meet his standards.'
'Yes, sir.' Jeremy pushed a pale smile onto his face.
'Good. Now get lost. You look like you're one step away from death, Knox. Grab a drink and hit the hay. No all-nighter party. You get me?'
'Yes, sir.' Jeremy repeated and got to his feet, which almost gave in under him, and walked out the door.
On his way to the party he stopped by his dorm room to leave his bag and change into something less sporty. He regretted really heavily that he agreed on going out that night, because bed was calling him mercilessly, but he had to go - they'd all be there and he only had so many more meetings with the upperclassmen who'd graduate that year, Tiana and Mark. They'd all also expected him to be there. He was their captain. Their forever energetic, always happy and always ready for action captain. Jeremy wished he could turn time and change a couple of things in the persona he created for himself, but it was too late now. He just had to survive being J, Jez, Jer, Remy, big J, Knox, Cap or whoever else he was to his friends, one more year and then he would be done with school and he could reinvent himself again. He would definitely tune it down on friendliness and liveliness in the future.
Jeremy took his old pickup to the party because he really couldn't walk another step even if he tried to and it would also be easier to get away with not getting drunk. However, judging by the way his vision was already getting blurry, Jeremy would expect one beer would get him already tipsy anyway. Once he got out of his vehicle the group was just switching locales from the Mexican food place El Nino to their regular bar next door -'Over the hang' which they usually just called 'Hang’ or 'Over'. It was a fitting name - the night was over for most of the folks there before they could even go hit any club. The bartenders were very generous with the tequila which was a blessing and a curse.
'J!' Alvarez waved over the heads of the team, having spotted him. 'You're here! Buba was convinced you wouldn't come.'
'Well I like to be surprised.' Laila smiled sweetly and wrapped an arm around the waist of her girlfriend. 'Good to have you with us Remy. Good game tonight.'
'Yeah, good game.' Jeremy smiled at them and swung his arms around them. 'Now lead the way. I'm starving.'
'Shouldn't have missed food Mr boss-man. Talking about. You spoke to the big Coach? Any chance you're going to shine a light on that conversation for us?' Alvarez ruffled his blonde hair and pinched his cheek.
'You were talking to Coach?' Laila asked and looked from Jeremy to Alvarez.
'Though you two shared everything from body fluids to secrets.' Jeremy grinned while Laila looked rather disgusted. 'Don't look so prude buba, I've slept in a room next door to you many times now. I know what the two of you are up to.'
'Babes, don't listen to this dirt bag. I'm sure whatever he heard was as lovely as a midnight serenade. Also who do you think I am, Jeremy Quincy Knox?' Alvarez pushed his arm off her.
'Quincy?' Laila's brows shot up to half of her forehead.
'Irrelevant, but yes. I am not running around giving away your secrets.' The backliner crossed her arms.
'You just did.' Jeremy smiled at her and for once that evening it felt honest. Not tiresome and practiced. Being with them felt like someone taking a heavy burden from his shoulder. He had nothing to prove to Alvarez or Laila. He could just be the old boring Jeremy around them.
'Well that's not a secret. Not an important one. That girl helped me rate your dick picks and you're ashamed of your middle name? You better talk about that with your therapist, J.' Alvarez pulled them into the bar and started searching for an empty table.
'You…' Jeremy stared at Laila who was a couple of shades pinker in the face.' She wasn't supposed to show them to you. Fuck. I'm sorry.'
'It's ok. I was kind of around so I just saw one and she seemed to have never stopped sharing them with me ever since. Don't worry. They were mostly nice. Even artistic in a way? You've got a… decent looking… dick.' Laila was blabbering and her eyes turned quickly to the floor. 'Sorry for seeing them?'
'Oh please, let us just forget that this conversation ever happened.' Jeremy pulled a palm over his face, which felt rather hot, and pushed towards Alvarez, who was waving at them from the other side of the bar. 'I'll never send you a dick pic ever again.' He hissed when he was close enough to the girl.
'You know I'd love for this to be true. My life would be so much better without your random weiner pictures.' She fixed her low ponytail with a mischievous grin.
'Alvarez.' Jeremy pushed her with an elbow. 'Don't say that. You love my weiner.'
'Gross, J. Really. I can at most be used to your little guy by now. If you really want to know your dick was the first prove to me that I am very gay.' She pushed him into a chair and sat down next to him herself. One hand landed in a practiced motion on Laila's knee, who was placed opposite of Jeremy.
'Was it?' Laila asked curiously.
'Well, yeah. We were thirteen, I think, and there were a lot of hormones involved so I kind of peaked at your weenie when we were changing for the beach. You know you were always like the brother I never had to me, but I thought maybe… maybe I could be into you.' She shrugged.
'I don't know what's more shocking to find out, that you're sharing my dick picks with your girlfriend, the fact that you actually peeped on my dick when we were 13, or the fact that you thought you had a crush on me. Did you have a crush on me?' Jeremy stared at her shocked but amused.
'Fuck no. I looked, saw your thing and was horrified. I prayed that night to God to forgive me and begged him to keep me away from penises. God listened to my prayers as it seems.' She laughed.
'I'm glad he did.' Laila pecked her on the cheek.'I'm gonna go get drinks. What do you guys want?'
'Just a beer.' Jeremy said and Alvarez shot him a dirty look.
'I said I wanted to get wasted.'
'Trust me, that's all it's going to take to get me wasted. Also I'm by car, that means I can't go crazy tonight.' He put on his most sorry look.
'I hate you J. You're no fun.' She rolled her eyes and Jeremy felt that familiar spike of anxiety in his chest. In his thoughts he had to repeat himself that it was Alvarez. His longest and dearest friend and she was just making fun out of him. She did not mean it. 'I’ll get what you're getting buba.'
'I want a pina colada…' Laila said, also looking rather sorry.
'Oh no. I want what he's getting then. You two are no fun. Where did the time go when we were getting wasted on a weeknight?' Alvarez shot her arms in the air in a dramatic gesture of helplessness.
'I think we learned our lessons when we almost failed the first year with Jeremy and just barely avoided getting kicked out. You remember Coach threatening to take us out off the team? We were freshmen and shitting our pants.' Laila smiled fondly at the memory.
'Well, I don't recall any of that. But I did not get my scholarship that year, indeed.' Alvarez grinned.
'Sorry honey, not all of us are such smart little cockroaches to get out unharmed after almost a year of excessive drinking.' Laila finally got up to get the drinks.
'Cockroach?!' Sarah grabbed her heart dramatically. 'Buba?! What the actual fuck? Who's side are you on? You came here with me!'
'No, I came here by myself, you just happened to be here because we're on the same team. Also you know I love you. My little cockroach.' Laila made a kissy face at her girlfriend but Alvarez pushed her away.
'Bring the beverages, woman. I might have forgiven you by the time you're back. Cockroach. Pff.' Laila grinned guilty but turned around to shove her way to the packed bar.
'She's not wrong.' Jeremy hid his smile behind his hand.
'Fuck you, Knox.' She glared at him. 'Talking about fucking. Where's that newest flame of yours? She's not going to be joining us? Too tired for a booty call?'
'Oh stop. I am obviously seeing them for their personality.' He chuckled and leaned back in his seat.
'Yeah, what was her name again?' Alvarez looked at him demandingly.
'Bethany? Briana? Brit?'
'Fuck J, you don't even remember?' She leaned further forward looking actually concerned.
'Oh no, I'm asking which one of them did you mean.' He laughed, but with all honesty he wasn't sure if he'd remember. He was well known with his close friends for his notorious one night stands. Names stopped mattering to him some time ago. It wasn't even the mediocre sex that did it for him. The only thing that mattered most times was not being alone for the night. Alone with his thoughts Jeremy could visit horrible places. Places his therapist has forbidden him to venture.
'You're such a dog. You disgust me.' She shoved his arm. 'Not really though.' She added, probably aware of Jeremy's crippling lack of self worth that accompanied him anywhere he went. 'So what did you want with the coach?'
'We're back to this? Why don't I entertain you with a story of Bethany's boobs instead?' He looked over Alvarez's shoulder hoping for Laila to be back soon. As much as he loved the two, he couldn't tell them about Jean. This wasn't anything official yet and Kevin made it clear that it was supposed to stay a secret for now.
'Another time, J. What's the big secret? Are you pregnant?' Alvarez grinned.
'Oh yes and you're the father.' Jeremy patted his belly.
'Mmm lovely. We'll call the kid Quincy.' She smiled wider.
'Oh, I'd much rather call it Sarah.' He said and just as Alvarez was about to throw herself at him Laila put a beer in front of her.
'What's with Sarah?'
'Shut your cute pie hole, babe.' She drowned a big gulp of her beer.
‘Babe, it's your name. I know you don’t like it but we can't be pretending it isn't forever, right?' Laila sat back down and rubbed her hand over Alvarez back, glancing in Jeremy’s direction with a little worried look.
'Yes we can. We've been pretending it isn't her name since she turned 15. Can't change that Laila.' Jeremy explained to her.
'Why don't you just change your name then? What would you choose if you could pick one for yourself?' She asked leaning closer to Alvarez who looked more miserable with every second they spent talking about it.
'Let's not talk about this. Let's talk about Jeremy's dirty secret with the coach.' She cut them off quite firmly and both of them knew better than to push. Sarah had a hate relationship with her name because of her mother. The woman, who owned the same name as she, found a new man when Alvarez was around 14 and actually drove off to Mexico with him, completely forgetting about her daughter. Although her father was an amazing guy, Sarah never really forgave her for abandoning her and avoided the name ever since.
'Well…' He started, fully aware he wouldn’t get away without giving them anything. 'I can't tell you much just now, but we might have a new team member from next season and they're going to buy us a ride to championships.'
Laila gaped at him quite shocked.
'We're recruiting Day? Are the two of you finally sucking each other's dicks?' Alvarez said with an equally surprised face.
'What? No. Sucking each other's dicks? What?' Jeremy almost choked on his drink.
'That's not how it goes?' She asked while performing a rather obscene gesture of a blowjob.
'I don't… Kevin wouldn't. This is…. I. No. We're not recruiting Kevin.' Jeremy hid his blush behind a deep gulp of his beer.
'But you'd suck his dick if he'd let you?' Alvarez raised a brow in question.
'Oh my god. Stop it. Kevin's my friend. A friend I admire, ok? A handsome friend. If he'd ask me I'd probably do it, but he won't, so drop it.' Jeremy was mumbling, hoping no one would overhear them.
'So who're we recruiting?' Laila said, completely ignoring the whole 'dick-sucking’ situation.
'Can't tell you that right now. It's not official yet.' Jeremy put a smug face on at the impatient faces of his friends.
'Remy. Are we getting a Raven? Since Kevin spoke to you it's gotta be either a Raven or a Fox who wants to transfer. But I can't really see any Fox doing that, so-…' Laila deduced.
'Oh god, please don't tell me we're getting Josten? I'm not keeping up with that boy another time. He's going to run this team to the ground. I'm going to call Coach and tell him not to recruit the little redhead.' Alvarez actually had her phone out already and looked as if she was doing something.
'Don't call Coach! He's probably already asleep!' Jeremy grabbed for her phone but she moved it away.'It's not Josten! Don't call him!'
'I’ll call him if you don't tell me who it is.' Alvarez held her phone high and smiled victoriously.
'Alv I can't. I really can't right now but I will be telling you as soon as I have any confirmation that the coach's signing him.' Jeremy panicked at the phone that was moving to Alvarez' ear.
'Him? We're getting a Raven 'him'?' Laila studied Jeremy's face as if it could betray any information.
'Yes. A Raven 'him’ if the coach agrees.' Jeremy sighed.' Just don't tell anybody else. It's really all off the record.'
'Mysterious, mysterious… well, let's drink then, to our future little, gothic, pain in the ass teammate. Let's hope he won't be as much of a douchebag as the perfect court!' Alvarez lifted her beer and Laila met it with her cocktail glass. Jeremy hesitated for a second but he could not not drink to this without giving away Jean's name. He clung his glass with them. He hoped for the good of everyone Jean would turn out to be a completely different person in private than what he has seen over the media.