Blake’s POV

I should have known she would retaliate.

Elena Prescott never backs down. She never forgets. She never lets anything slide. That girl keeps receipts like it is a personality trait, and tonight she cashed in every single one of them in front of half the town.

The locker room smells like sweat, grass, and humiliation. Mostly humiliation. The other guys are still laughing, and every laugh feels like someone pressing a bruise just to see me flinch.

“Nice helmet, man,” one of the ...