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Waving goodbye to my parents, I amble up to my room after saying hi to a few of my teammates hanging in the lounge and fall onto the bed, thinking about today.How could it have gone so shitty?I really do just want to go back home and—Frank!

Leaping up from the bed, I go over to my phone on the nightstand and pick it up, expecting to see a million and one texts and calls from him. However, I reel back, eyes opening when I see none after his good morning text, which I didn’t respond to.What?

I click on the message and make sure I didn’t accidentally block him or that my phone isn’t off, but it can’t be because Faythe texted me soon after I saw her.

Frowning, I click on our thread and quickly type out a message.

The One : Hey, sorry for not messaging you back. My head was in the game.

The One : Are you busy?

I wait for a second because Frank usually responds to me in no time, but I have to sit down when five minutes pass and nothing.

I stare at the phone again, checking the battery, but the service and everything is fine.

The One : Okay I guess you’re busy just text or hit me up when you have time.

I type out, send, and set the phone on the nightstand with the intention of setting it and forgetting it, but I scoop it right back on up, and my heart thuds in my ears.Why isn’t he messaging me back?

Feeling a bit off, I slide out of our text thread and pull up his Insta.

We’d exchanged social media handles on the first night we met, but I never bothered looking at his because I’m not really a social media type. I might post a picture of my jersey or food or something, but not much else beyond that. However, I see that Frank is different…vastlydifferent.

His social media is popping!He’s got all types of girls on his pages, cute ones of all different shapes, sizes, races, ethnicities and demographics. All of them comment on his pictures even though he doesn’t post much outside of how he dresses. He usually dresses as a girl… a hot girl, but a girl nonetheless.Whoa…I find a few of him dressed as a guy, but it’s one where he’s dressed as a girl holding his finger to his lip with the caption “Call me Daddy,” but he looks sleeker and more refined, and my stomach dips and pussy clenches.Damn…

In his pictures, he’s not even showing his full face, but just the bit you can see, he’s fine as hell, and based on the comments on all his pictures, I’m not the only one who thinks so.

User 67935: Damn, you’re so fucking fine!

Bigtittykitty: Come here I’m tryna see something

Naurtoswife: Yassss! You make me question my sexuality. I love it here!

Blasiandoll97: I don’t care if you want me to call you big mama or big papa just let me call you something

I click away from the comments, feeling sick because there are thousands of them and I do mean THOUSANDS under each damn picture. But there’s a bit of consolation in the fact that the only person he follows is me… even though I don’t have much on my page. The fact that he’s so popular still makes my stomach dip. He’s got over three million followers.What the fuck? How the hell do this many people know him?

I throw the phone down, somehow feeling sick, and my chest tightens. I close my eyes tight, trying to rid myself of this frustratingly depressing emotion, but it remains. My lip wobbles, but I bite it to keep from erupting.Nope, we like Elsa in this mother fucker.I crawl into bed, not even bothering to change, and close my eyes, willing myself to sleep.Conceal don’t feel… let that shit go.

Chapter 11

Let it Out

JESSICA

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tek asks, sitting next to me.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I nod and smile, discreetly pulling out my phone and looking at my texts.

The One : Good morning!

The One : I’m heading back today. We should hang out tonight.

I read the text I sent Frank this morning over and over, but click out, rolling my eyes and looking out the window as we turn into the school stadium.He never texted me back…but I saw that he was online yesterday night when I couldn’t sleep.Is he not talking to me anymore?

When the bus comes to a halt, I barely have the energy to get up. The guys file off the bus and Tek and I are the only ones left as Itiredly stand and follow behind him since he offered to take me home. However, just as I’m about to exit, the coach places his hand in front of me.

“You stay back, Hurts,” he voices, mouth firm, and I immediately go on edge.What in the hell?Tek seems to want to stay back with me, but I shake my head, letting him know I’ll be okay. He files out, and I turn to Coach.

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