Falling for the Player

Chapter 8- Kiddnapped

"You look great," Margo said, eyeing me up and down, "Lamar will definitely swoon when he sees you."

"I didn't know people still use the word swoon," I said, studying my reflection in the mirror, "and Lamar made it perfectly clear that this is not a date."

"He'll want it to be a date when he sees you," Margo smiled, raising her eyebrows.

I was wearing my old Mean Joe Greene jersey over a pair of skinny, black jeans. My usually wild curly hair was now perfectly shaped (thanks to the help of a billion styling products).

"Stop worrying," Margo said, noticing the nervous look etched on my face, "you look hot."

I let out a small sigh and turned around. Margo was sitting on my bed and grinning at me, her green eyes glimmering.

"So," I said as casually as I could, "have you talked to Blake?"

"Yep," she said happily, "I don't know why, but Blake has been talking to me more and more."

"Really?" I asked, turning to face my white vanity and beginning to smear lip gloss mouth.

"Yeah. He's so sweet. Did I tell you that he called me beautiful the other day?" She asked me.

"Beautiful? That's great, Margo," I said, smiling at her.

"Well, I should probably get going," I said, "I have a game to watch."

The closest Green Turtle was in the next town over, so I borrowed my mom's rusted station wagon to drive there. Lamar was waiting for me at the entrance. I almost fainted when I saw Lamar's purple, Ravens jersey.

"Hey Laine," he greeted when I reached the doorway, "I see that your feeling better."

"Lamar!" I said, "you didn't tell me you were a Ravens fan."

"Is that going to be a problem, gorgeous?" He asked.

"I have to admit, I'm considering leaving," I joked.

"I'm sure we'll be fine," Lamar laughed.

"Hey, is it okay that I invited a few guys from the team?" Lamar asked, scrunching up his nose a bit.

"As long as they're not Ravens fans like you," I smiled, following Lamar inside the restaurant.

The Green Turtle was packed with people. Several waiters wandered through the dimly lit room, carrying trays topped with foaming beers. There were T.V.s in every corner, each broadcasting a different sports game. Lamar grabbed me by the wrist and led me over to a group of teenagers sitting in a corner booth.

"Guys," Lamar said once we had reached the table, "this is Laine. Laine, this is Marco, Alan, Charlie, and Charlie's girlfriend Sarah."

"Nice to meet you, Laine," Sarah said, "it's nice to see another girl."

I smiled at Sarah. She was an extremely tall, blonde cheerleader with dark brown eyes and perfectly straight teeth. I barely recognized her without her uniform on.

"Are you guys all on the football team?" I asked as I sat down next to Lamar.

"All of us except for Alan. He plays basketball instead," Charlie said, "oh and of course my wonderful girlfriend doesn't play football."

"I could if I wanted to," Sarah scoffed, "Maybe you guys would win more if I was on the team."

She scooted over a bit, leaving space for me to sit down.

"So, Laine, tell us about yourself," Sarah said before Charlie could respond.

"Oh please, Sarah. I think Blake has told us enough about her," Marco said. Marco was lanky, an odd build for a football player. His skin was a golden brown color and a pair of thick rimmed glasses were balanced on his freckled nose.