Part 1

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As practice ends, I ask coach for his keys to put everything up. Walking out the gym doors, I start to whistle the Hunger Games tune. Looking to my left I see some of the players stop what they're doing to hold up the 3-finger salute. Whispering nerds, I continue walking to the 'garage'. Putting the key in the keyhole and turning, I look to my right to see half the team in the training room getting tape cut off.

Pushing the ball rack in, I close the garage and walk into the training room to see my team. Standing by one of the tape tables I see two people in the ice bath and walk over to them. Sitting on the little doctor spinning chair I pull it up to sit behind Mike. Turning around he smiled up at me and pulled the chair closer to him to put his head in my lap. Sighing I start to run my had through his hair.

"Must you so this every time Mike?" I ask bending over his face to look him in the eye.

"If you're going to run your hands through my hair then yes, this is going to happen every time."

Turning around I see Cam, the trainer, making ice bags. "Need help Cammy?" I ask her as I stand up and push Mike's head into the water. Walking over to her I grab the ice bag out of her hands to tie it.

"You do this every time you see me making ice bags. You leave whatever player you're messing with and help me make the ice bags, then throw them at the boys because they never feel like walking into the training room because they don't like to take their shoes off." Cam says while giving the whole team a death glare.

"Hey!" Mike and Drew yell from the ice bath. "We took our shoes off." They show their feet that are in the ice bath.

"Of course, you two took your shoes off. You're in the fucking ice bath. Why would you have shoes on to begin with?" I say while tying the last ice bag for Cam. Turning to Cam "Put them in the system and I'll wrap?" Nodding she goes over to the laptop.

As all the boys are finishing what they need in the training room Mike and Drew turn to me. "Jo-Jo, you know how much we both love you right?" Rolling my eyes because I know the question they are both going to ask me. Nodding my head before they can even get the question out. I sigh.

"Be back down here in 15 minutes or I'm leaving you both here." Smiling they both turn and run out of the training room and upstairs to change,

"Cam, I'll lock up the training room, I'm waiting for Mike and Drew to come back down. Taking them home again." Smiling back at me she nods hugs me goodbye. As she leaves she turns around, "Make sure you and the guys are all out in 20 minutes, they're locking all the doors at 6:30 for some weird safety thing. We don't need y'all locked in the school overnight. Love you see you in the morning." With one last hug she leaves me alone in the training room.

Remembering I have Coach Bailey's keys I head into the gym to give them back to him. Returning to the training room, I pull the door closed behind me and grab me schoolbag. All the team knows that I drink, and smoke weed on a daily. What they don't know is that I keep a small stash in my bag for emergencies, like this. As I start to grind the rest of my weed up I hear a knock at the door. Shoving my weed back into my bag I slowly open the door to see James, one of the junior varsity players, staring at me.

"If you're coming in close and lock the door, I was grinding my weed before you ever so rudely interrupted me." Hearing the door close, I bend over to get the weed back out. Glancing over my shoulder I see James staring at my ass, like always. "Are you just going to stare at my ass all day or are you going to help me roll?"

Snapping out of his trans he comes to the table and watches me roll a blunt for later. "Wanna smoke it with me Baby?" That's one of the things I've learned, some of the players on the team smoke just as much as I do, if not more.

Nodding his head in a jubilant way, he comes to my side of the table and leans over me. Slowly looking up at him, he grabs my chin in his hand and forces to look into his eyes.

"Am I still allowed to call you 'Baby Girl'?" he whispered, staring at my lips.

Softly pulling away from him I nod as he pulls me to stand in front him. Nonchalantly sliding his hands down my shoulders and resting them on my waist, he pulls me until there is no space between us. Leaning until our noses are touching, and he pauses.

"Are we just going to stand here like this or are you going to kiss me?" I ask standing on my toes and wrapping my arms around his neck. As our lips are a hair apart, my phone rings.

Groaning in an aggravated way James pulls my phone out of my back pocket.

"It's Mikey." He said tossing the phone to me.

Sighing again I grab the phone out of his hand and answer with a groan.

"Mikey, I told you I was in the training room. Just knock on the door with the 'Frozen' knock and I'll open it for you and Drew. Cool okay bye." Before he could answer I had already hung up and turned back to James.

"If you want to do anything you have about 3 minutes before the 2 of them get down here y-" Cutting off the rest of my sentence, James grabs my face and pulls me into a bruising kiss. Shaking off the surprise I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Standing on my tip toes to close whatever distance was still between us. His hands slide to my waist to hold me still. Slowly, ever so slowly he grinds against me. Breaking the kiss and throwing my head back he moves his head to continue kissing my neck. Pulling away as I hear a knock on the door. Pushing James away and fixing my shirt and hair, I open the door for Mike and Drew. Turning to James I ask, "Am I taking you home too?"

Nodding his head, I turn around to see Mikey and Drew staring back and forth between James and I. Closing my eyes and letting out a deep breath I grab my bookbag off the table and walk out the door. Leaving 2 very confused and 1 very turned on boy in my wake.

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