Playing The Player (Discontinued)

Chapter Ten

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I parked my car about two blocks away from the school, so no one will see us coming. This crazy idea I've come up with is very risky and could lead to some serious consequences.

But I have to get that phone back.

Abby and I both hid behind the steel fence and peeked to the football boys. Everyone was in their football uniforms, so we couldnt make out who anyone was.

We snuck around to the back of the boy's locker room and quietly shut the door behind us.

And let me tell you. The place stinks.

It smelled like horse poop. Seriously!

And it wasnt the cleanest place in the world.

Pieces of clothing was scattered all around the floor. Along with used napkins, dirt, mud, pizza boxes, empty powerade bottles, and everything else you could think of.

Abby and I both pinched our noses as we began to search for what could be Asher's bookbag.

"I dont see it anywhere!" I told Abby. My voice came out sounding like Kermet The Frog on crack, since I was pinching my nose.

"Well we have to find--"

That's when we heard noises.

Particularly football boys' noises.

Oh. No.

"We're doomed!" I whisper yelled to Abby in panic.

"No, we're not!" she whispered back. "Put on a football uniform."

I watched her as she tossed me an unused football uniform and we both scrambled to get inside of it before the guys came in.

But, damn. It was hard.

When we finally figured out how to do it, we topped it off with the helmet so no one could tell that we were girls.

And, without a second to spare, the guys came jogging in.

They nearly ran over us without even noticing, and they made the room smell even worse!

They all sat on a bench, randomly. After taking off their helmets, they began drinking gatorade like there's no tomorrow.

And that's when the coach came in.

"Alright, boys. You've got a five minute break! Then it's back to the field."

Everyone nodded and I tried my hardest to hide my face. But I felt Coach pat me on the back.

"Howard," he yelled in my ear, making me flinch from being so fucking scared. "Why werent you on the field?"

I scrambled in my head for an answer. "I-I got here late," I told him in the manliest voice I could muster up. "Overslept."

I heard everyone else in the locker room erupt in laughter at my answer.