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You walked towards the gym so you could change for soccer practice. You walked around with more energy than usual, your music humming in your ears from your headphones and your bags on your back and shoulder. Maybe making up with Munson was what made you feel like that. You entered the gym through the double doors, welcomed to the sight of the basketball team.
You head towards the locker room, changing into your T-shirt, shorts, shinguards, and where the hell are your cleats? Fuck fuck fuck. How the hell did I forget my cleats? You sigh in annoyance and pack up your bags. You find the pay phone out of the school and wait for an answer.
Ring...ring...ring...
"Family Video, this is Steve, how can I help you?" Your friend answers the phone.
"Heyyyy Harrington," you greet him. He sighs and you can practically hear him facepalm through the phone.
"What y/n?"
"Can you stop by my house and bring me my cleats?" You asked. Steve goes silent for a beat before answering.
"I get off in 10 then I'll be there in 20, cool?" He finally answers.
"Great. Thanks, Steve," you respond, grinning stupidly. Steve hums an 'mhm mhm' before hanging up. You put the phone back on the receiver and sit down against the wall. Evan and Coach were gonna get on your ass for being late but whatever.
