Chapter Eleven: Game On

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Glenn and I walked out of the hospital and got in the car. I looked over at him and smiled. He didn't notice because he was too busy singing along to the radio. That's my idiot. I chuckled then looked out of the window. If I was Whitney where would I be? At the strip club! No, it's Tuesday. Her favorite doesn't work today. I hate this bitch! I came back to reality when I heard the words on the radio. "Carry on my wayward-"

I hit the off button as fast as I could then looked out of the window again. Glenn looked over at me confused but didn't say anything. We sat in silence for a while. "So do you have something against Kansas or is this about that one show? Super... Something." He chuckled but I didn't reply. "The show you watch with Whitney. She's fine Simone. She'll come home."

He reached his right hand over and squeezed my hand. I showed him a little smile but stopped when my phone rang. I looked at the name on the screen then answered. It was one of my team mates, Tamara, but I couldn't understand her. "Tamara, you're talking too fast! What's wrong?" I tried to talk louder than her but she was too worked up.

The more she spoke the more I didn't understand. She sounds like Courage the Cowardly Dog! Glenn turned down our street and I gasped. We were a block away from our house at the red light which is in view of our house. "Glenn, look! I'll call you back Tamara!" I hung up, jumped out of the car, then ran. Glenn yelled at me about my stitches but I didn't care.

I ran down the street and looked into the car. She wasn't in there so I rushed into the house. I looked in the living room then the kitchen. Whitney was standing near the sink. She turned around and weakly smiled at me. I was going to yell at her but I looked around the kitchen instead. There was dishes everywhere. Cookies, cheeseburgers, pie, chicken, muffins, Mac and cheese. All of my favorite foods.

Frustrated, I took a deep breath. I wanted to yell at her but I couldn't. I knew she felt bad because whenever I'm mad at her or when she's upset she cooks and bakes. I looked her up and down. Her right hand was wrapped up. I stared at it in shock then looked up at Whitney. "Simone, I can explain." She quickly said like she was a teenager in trouble.

I could hear Glenn struggling to get in the house. I glared at Whitney until Glenn came up behind me. "See, I told you she'd come home." He kissed my cheek then noticed Whitney's hand. "Is that from your adventure at the grocery store?" He smiled then stopped when I looked at him confused. "Tamara called back and told me."

I looked back at Whitney and waited for her to explain. "Well I regretted leaving after an hour and I knew you'd be upset so I went to the grocery store and bought. Well, everything." She weakly smiled. There was grocery bags everywhere. "I was in a rush since I didn't know when you'd be home so I bought candy, cupcakes, brownies, and I know how much you love my Mac and cheese so I was going to the dairy aisle to get what I needed."

I crossed my arms as a way of saying 'get to the point'. "I went there and guess who I saw! Malcolm! So I tried my best to ignore him but he just kept on talking to me and touching me. Like straight up sexually harassing me and I wasn't having it! So I hit him with a two piece! Well, one since he fell before I got him. The second one hit the wall. Doesn't hurt though." She finished with a smile.

Glenn and I stared at her for a minute. There was so much that I wanted to say to her but instead I took another deep breath and sighed. "Let me look at your hand stupid." I groaned causing Whitney to smile. I sat Whitney down at the table and slowly took the bandage off. "You idiot. You're gonna need stitches. You have great aim so how in the hell did you hit the wall?" I asked.

Whitney sighed and got the stuff that we needed. "I already sanitized it but I couldn't get myself to do it. You do your thing "Ms. Future Doc". And I was pissed. Never fight when you can't think straight." She smiled. I chuckled a little. I did go to college to become a doctor but then I fell in love with football. Medicine is my plan b in case for some reason I can't play football anymore. Glenn doesn't like the idea but that's just because he watches too much Grey's Anatomy. I think he just wants me to be a trophy wife. Well, trophy girlfriend.

I got to work and Glenn watched. His phone vibrated. "Good job Whitney, you pissed Malcolm off. He's on Facebook talking about he's going to press charges on you." I watched as he looked at his phone in disbelief. "He'll drop it if our teams play against each other. A lot of people want the latter. There's no way this is gonna happen. It's cr-." Glenn's phone began to ring, cutting off his sentence. He looked at me confused before leaving the room to answer it.

I finally finished the stitches. "Thanks. I bet I can talk the girls into playing against them. All I gotta do is send 'wanna kick Malcolm's ass?' in a group chat. Oh my god I'm already excited! The practices are gonna be fun! We have to do this!" She grabbed my shoulders and yelled at me.

I pushed her away and laughed. "It does sound fun but they're most likely gonna try to make it two hand touch or something. Some people will worry that they'll hurt us. Then there's the real feminist that thinks we should play real football cause we're not weak or whatever. But then if we win people will laugh cause they 'lost to a bunch of girls' or they 'let us win' but if we lose then they were 'too hard on us' or some bull shit like that. So there's some pros and cons to this."

Whitney just stared at me causing me to laugh. "Sorry, I overthink sometimes. But if Malcolm wants a game and the girls are down with it then I don't see why not." The smile on Whitney's face made me smile. "Yeah but you're still in trouble for running away." I laughed as the smile faded.

She walked over to the oven and pulled out a cake she was baking. "I am a grown woman. I did not run away. I left very quickly without telling you where I was going and without knowing myself where I was going." She stated so matter-of-factly, causing me to roll my eyes. "Now do you think you would want vanilla icing with sprinkles or chocolate icing?" Whitney asked to change subject.

Before I could answer the front door opened and slammed closed. "OK I checked every hotel in the city and they said Whitney wasn't there then I checked every strip club I could find and she wasn't there either. Have you ever been to a strip club this early? It's very sad. Hell I even checked hospitals and got nothing so please tell me you guys found something." Luke rambled until he got into the kitchen. I stayed quiet and watched both of them stare at each other.

The silence was getting uncomfortable for me so I try to break it. "Whitney make cookies." I smiled. Luke didn't pay attention to me as he grabbed Whitney's arm and ran upstairs. "Fine more cookies for me. I ain't even mad." I'm mumbled to myself. "I ain't mad at ya." I sang as I picked up a couple of cookies.

I could hear Glenn still talking on the phone. He didn't sound happy so I walked into the living room and watched him. "I understand but do you really think this is a smart thing to do?... Who cares what people think? Everyone knows Malcolm is a hot head and doesn't think things through.... Do you really wanna know why I don't wanna do this?... Because if anyone puts their hands on my girl I'm gonna have to kill them. Period!... That's better but not what I was going for.... Yes sir... Bye." Glenn hung up then threw his phone at the couch.

One pro about being with someone for almost two years is knowing how to cheer them up. Slowly I walked up behind him, got on my tippy toes, and tried to push a cookie into his mouth. Glenn wanted to stay mad but when someone's constantly trying to put a cookie in your mouth it's almost impossible. "You're so lucky you're cute" He laughed, allowing the cookie into his mouth. "The coach is all for us playing against each other. Even willing to wait until my leg heals. So hopefully you and your little "team" is ready."

I lightly punched him. "Whatever, just don't break up with me after we kick your ass." I kissed his cheek before leaving the living room. I heard Whitney's phone blowing up so I grabbed it and ran up to her room. "I know you guys have a lot to talk about but I think the whole team is on board with-. Oh my god!" I close my eyes after opening the door to see Whitney and Luke going at it against the wall. "This is the fourth time I've caught you guys! Locks do exist! Dammit!" I yell before slamming the door.

I heard Whitney apologize through the wall. What they were doing was the last thing I was worried about. I knew that this game might become a big deal so that meant more practices, longer and harder. Also the fact that we all live together might cause conflict if we're all tired and grumpy from the practices. I also had to make sure Glenn didn't kill Malcolm for talking shit about us which everyone knew he would. This is gonna be fun to watch.

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