𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎 ✭ caitlin clark

nineteen

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"Well girls, that concludes our last practice until our big game against Iowa State on Wednesday. We will send emails, but remember that we are traveling by bus to go to Ames," clapped Bluder, earning a few whoops from the girls who were sat in a circle for post practice stretch. "This Iowa Corn Cy-Hawk series is obviously very important. I have no doubt you girls will pull through. Practice was energized and absolutely clean. That's what I expect from you girls. Now, we should clear out. The boys team should be starting by now. Come together."

The girls did their cheer, breaking from practice. Caitlin pulled her practice jersey over her head, leaving her in shorts and a tight fitting grey undershirt. Kate followed, and walked with Caitlin to the laundry room where they were to drop off their sweaty practice jerseys.

"Dude, I swear, it's December and the gym is burning hot," huffed Kate, throwing her practice jersey in the bin of dirty clothes that the staff would clean. "Oh god, hide!"

But it was too late, Caitlin turned toward the hallway where the men's basketball team was walking out to the court. But that didn't stop Connor, it was like his sixth sense was dedicated to locating Caitlin.

"Shit," muttered Caitlin, as Kate was pulling her toward the locker room. Too late.

"Hey! Caitlin," yelled Connor, as the two were about to open the locker room. "I need to talk to you."

"Motherfucker," cursed Kate. "What the hell do you want from her now? Plus, isn't coach going to be mad you're not out there?"

Connor by now had jogged up to where the girls are at, slightly out of breath and looking down at the two best friends. Caitlin was stood straight, with a disgruntled look. Kate was staring at Connor with serious eyes, and her arms crossed.

"Guys, remember? He's my dad. I get an immediate pass," said Connor, making both of the girls roll their eyes. "Cait, I just want to talk to you."

"No, we are about to go meet up with Kendall," said Caitlin, making Kate nod.

Connor huffed. "Come on, it'll be quick."

Caitlin looked at Kate, who gestured her by saying by her eyes 'It's your decision'. Caitlin nodded and turned to Connor.

"Fine, but five minutes," said Caitlin, and Kate gave her best friend one more squeeze on the arm and going back into the locker room. The faint noise of the squeaking of shoes filled the air of the tunnel, and even the faint voices coming from the guys. "Now, what do you want?"

"I just wanted to ask how you and Kendall are."

"Are you serious?" asked Caitlin incredulously. "You are missing precious practice time to ask me about my girlfriend?"

"Well, yeah-"

"Connor, you need to practice. Your game says it all," snapped Caitlin with sass, making Connor slightly back away. "And keep her name out of your fucking mouth. You should also back out of my own relationship and worry about yours. Or the lack thereof."

"Damn, okay," said Connor, but annoyed at a Caitlin's digs on him. "Well, I was asking because I was going to ask about that girl I saw her chumming it up with."

Caitlin furrowed her eyebrows. A slight tinge of jealousy surging in her chest, and Connor looked proud of it. That made her even more bothered.

"Connor, what are you even saying?" sighed Caitlin, getting tired of his games. She feared this was just some kind of thing to make her bothered. "And what are you doing spying on my girlfriend?"