Concussion •Miniminter•

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I knocked on the door of my choice, the sound of wood hitting my knuckles echoing down the hall. I heard a groan and the sound of sheets rustling, and soon footsteps approaching the door.

     "Joe I fucking swear if it's you one more time-," the door swung open and I was now face to face with an annoyed Casper, his face soon fading to a calm, "oh! Hey Bailey, I thought you were gonna be Joe, he had been pranking me all fucking night and morning," he complained, which I laughed at. Classic Joe.

"So why are you up here?" He asked, now leaning up against the door frame. His flawless face looking at me, his hair in a perfect mess.

"Oh, um, Simon left his phone in my room, and I was wondering if you could give it to him when you see him," I held up his phone to show him.

     "Sure, and what was he doing in your room?" He asked as I handed him the black iPhone 7.

"Well, he had me go to his room to plan stuff and I fell asleep there, so in the morning he took me back to my room, but he stayed for a little while," I explained, not in the mood to tell the details.

     "Alrightie, I'll make sure to give that to him, see'ya later," he ended and I started to walk away, until I thought of something. I turned back around.

     "Wait," I blurted to him before he shut the door, his eyes curious of what I was gonna say next.

     "Tell him that I liked the dick pics," I smirked. Of course I didn't look through Simons camera roll, but I wouldn't be surprised. I'd be disgusted. Casper gave a laugh.

     "I'll make sure to tell him that," and with that he silently closed the door.

     I turned back around and went down the hall, only to be stopped by the yelling from a room some inches away from me. I crept closer to the door and put my ear to it. Someone was in the shower, and they had music playing; it was JJ, aggressively trying to rap to a song I didn't recognize. I just laughed and kept walking to the elevator.

     As I traveled down, the name Maggie made its way back into my head. Like she asked about me, who the hell was that? A girlfriend no one knew about? A close friend who was joking around? A girl a drunk Simon picked up from the bar? There was only one way to find out- well actually two. I either ask him, which would be pretty awkward and he probably wouldn't trust me again, or I ask one of his mates. The second plan sounded better.

The doors of the elevator gave a screech as they opened up, and I stepped out.

The security person was standing close by, and when I passed him he glared at me. I just looked straight ahead with a grin on my face.

I stopped at the door of my room, and realized I forgot to bring a key card.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. I knocked on the door, which soon opened. Jay peaked out the door to meet eyes with me. Noticing who it was, Jay closed the door.

"Ay you idiot open the damn door!" I yelled at him.

"What's the magic word?" He pleaded through the door, which muffled his voice.

"You'll go to hell for this?" I questioned with no hesitation. I heard a sigh and the door clicked open.

     "It was actually 'Dick' but ok," the door opened wider and I was able to come in. I walked and sat at on my bed, leaning over it to grab my clothes for the pitch. "Who'd you give the phone to?" Jay asked as he was typing something on his phone.

"Caspar, who thought I was gonna be Joe Sugg- Jay, I was on the scene of a famous Joe Sugg prank!" I praised which made Jay laugh. I found the captain wrist band with my name on it, and gladly put it on my wrist, where it belonged.

     My bare feet smushed into the carpet each step to the bathroom and immediately turned cold as I stepped onto the granite, now in the bathroom.

     I was brushing my teeth in the mirror when I remembered what I read in the paper-schedule for today. I stared back at my reflection; today we were doing a practice game.

     "Well shit," I said to myself. Was my team ready? Worry soon shaped my reflections eyes. I thought for a minute, and immediately after it shaped confidence.

     We're not ready. We're damn ready.