Play Like A Girl

chapter six

"So you're telling me somebody posted pictures of you? And you're sure it's you?"

"Yes, mom. I'm the only girl to step foot in that locker room in probably years."

"This is ridiculous. I can't believe he's getting away with it." She shook her head and rested her face in her hands. I decided I'd tell her before I told her I made the team, so we could end on a positive note. "How many people do you think have seen them?"

"Like," I didn't know how to break it to her easily. "So many people have seen them that it spread to the middle school and the high school the next town."

"They've spread? Goodness, Conner. This is terrible."

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it now. The office has been talking to kids all day but apparently they haven't even talked to any of the 'suspects'."

"So you have an idea of who did this?"

"Remember the Adam guy I was telling you about? I'm pretty sure it was him."

"Of course. And have they anything about it? No.  The educators have it all screwed up."

"Well, at least I made varsity," I said in the pathetic please-be-happy-this-is-my-last-resort tone.

"Yeah, that's nice honey," she said pushing herself out of her chair. "We'll talk more tomorrow, I need to get ready for work. Took another night shift. Oh- and Andrew made plans with his friends to go to the movies. You only need to give him a ride there, do you have any plans?"

"No," I told her. "But if something comes up I'll text you."

I had just dropped Andrew off of at the movie theater when I felt a a subtle buzz in my pocket. I quickly checked who it was before pulling out of the parking lot.

John Fletcher
what are you up to tonight? a few us are thinking about getting together. you in?

Butterflies. This text gave me butterflies. No boy has ever given me butterflies before. Well, aside from like Ronaldo or James Rodriguez, but I don't care who you are, you think they're hot.

Me
why not.. what's the plan?

Immediately I called my mom to let her know that I would be going out tonight but I ended up just leaving a voicemail. She'll get it anyway.

A few minutes later, as I pulled into my driveway I felt another buzz in my pocket.

John Fletcher
Collin will pick you up and bring you over to my place. My parents are out of town until tomorrow, so they won't be there to annoy us. No bad things, I promise. be ready in 30

I read his text and fled to my closet. Quickly I pulled out my white crewneck sweatshirt with my old club team's logo printed on the front. I pulled it on over my sports bra and made my way over to my dresser. I somehow managed to take off my bright blue running shorts and open the bottom drawer simultaneously. I pulled out my black legging and slipped them on with tons of time to spare. I threw my hair up into my messy pony and was good to go.

I made my way to the kitchen- where I would have a perfect view of my driveway so I could see when Collin pulled up. I plugged in my phone to charge it and browsed around my apps for a bit until Collin rolled up. As I was walking out the door, I got a text from him confirming he was here.