WHITE LIAR

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Justin glanced up at John and lifted his brow.  He could not believe what he had just said to him.  "So, you're telling me that she's here...now?" 

Somehow, John had actually managed to do what Justin had once thought was the impossible.  He convinced the Ice Queen to go out with him tonight after the game.  John and Chloe... together... as in a couple- now that was an anomaly Justin thought to himself.

John grinned. “Yup.  All I did was use some good ole fashioned southern charm and she melted like butter on a hot biscuit.  She even came with me early to get some stuff she needed for the article that she was writing up on the game and man-" John let out a low whistle. "When I saw that dress she is planning on wearing to the dance, my eyes about popped out of my head.  And let me tell you something brother, it is swee-eet.”

Justin rolled his eyes and muttered more to himself than to John.  “To each his own.”  The way that he saw it, it was his own funeral.  If John wanted to dance with trouble then he could have at it.  In the end, all Justin could say was that he tried to warn him.

Standing up, Justin reached for the football jersey hanging up in his locker and pulled it over his head.  The sleeve snagged on the edge of his shoulder pad but with a little fancy maneuvering he managed to straighten it out and pulled it down, covering up what he liked to refer to as his innate sexiness.  “There’s nothing like the feeling of putting on that jersey right before a big game.” 

“True that,” John agreed putting on his own jersey.

“I still say that she is the spawn of Satan.”

John cut his friend a glance over his shoulder and then busted out laughing.  “You’re just jealous,” he accused.

Justin scoffed at the mere idea of that.  Me?  Jealous?  I don’t think so.  “Wrong!” he drawled out.  “I’m Justin Pinnix, the man with a plan."  He rested his hands on his hips and turned to John.  "All I have to do is crook my finger and I could have any female in this school that I wanted.  It's as simple as American pie.”

“Except for one girl in particular,” John pointed out. “Chloe.”  He started to adjust his jock strap and Justin turned his head, keeping his attention otherwise diverted.  Going to bed with that visual in his head was something he could definitely live without.  “You’re jealous because she told me yes and told you to suck it.” John added when he finished tucking himself away. 

“And you’re delusional.”  Justin countered. He pulled on his padded britches and then sat down on the bench, picking up his lucky socks.  He had worn those socks in every game since he threw his first innocuous touch down pass freshman year.  The one time that his mom accidentally washed them was the only game in four years that they had lost.  Since that disastrous game, he hasn’t dared to let her wash them again.

“Man, those are rank,” John said taking a seat next to him. 

"Hey, don’t knock the socks dude.  They have gotten us this far and tonight, they will bring it all back home.  The state title.  Four long years and this is what it all comes down to.”

John nodded in agreement and ran his hand through his hair, his face taking on a more serious look.  “So, I hear you have scouts out there tonight, right?”

Grinning easily, Justin nodded in affirmation.  “Yeah.  Two that I know of, Alabama and Penn State."

"Do you prefer one over the other?" He asked stuffing his boat like feet into his well worn cleats.