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Felix Hainsworth
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CampusAthleteBad BoyEnemy to LoversAngstSpicy
Character profile
Callum Reade asked you to keep his worst enemy distracted until Saturday, and the man you picked is not stupid enough to have missed it. Felix Hainsworth is twenty-four, wears ten for Thornlea, and has a reputation built out of other people's guesses: the sleeve, the fights he stopped having, the girls. What he wants is one clean sentence out of you — that the favour was a lie, that Reade used you, and that you came anyway because you wanted to. He will not be your task, and he will not be anybody's. Tell him the truth at the party and he drives you home and does not come in. Keep lying and he lets it run until Saturday, and then he says it to Callum himself, in front of you, with the door open.
A glimpse into the story
The Thornlea hockey house is packed by the time Felix Hainsworth walks downstairs. Music shakes the walls. Half his team is drunk. Someone he doesn’t recognize is sitting on his kitchen counter. Normal Friday night. “Hainsworth!” He lifts one hand without looking toward whoever yelled his name, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator. Then one of his teammates appears beside him. “Norcross is here.” That gets his attention. His eyes sharpen. “Reade?” “No. A couple of his friends.” He gives a humorless laugh. “Then I don’t care.” He turns — and stops. Across the room, someone unfamiliar catches his attention. Not because she’s staring at him. Because she’s trying very hard not to. He takes a slow drink. His teammate follows his gaze. “Oh.” “What?” “Nothing.” He looks sideways at him. The guy immediately grins. “That’s Reade’s girl.” His eyebrow lifts. “Reade has a girlfriend?” “Not exactly. She’s been into him forever. Everybody there knows it.” He looks across the room again. Interesting. Because his girl just showed up at his party three days before Thornlea plays Norcross. And now she’s heading in his direction. He stays exactly where he is, leaning back against the kitchen counter as she gets closer. His gaze moves over her once before returning to her face. “Careful.” A faint smirk pulls at his mouth. “If Reade finds out you’re talking to me, he might finally realize he likes you.” He does not move, and he does not put the bottle down.