Page 4 of Scoring the Player
“I will happily trade you.” I lift the strands off my neck again. My hair is thick and heavy. I let it grow long because the shorter it is, the more it looks like a giant mushroom on top of my head.
Jane’s hair is a shade lighter than mine, but thinner and straight. She added a few extensions tonight to make it longer and the effect is stunning.
Across the hall from where we’re standing is a bedroom. The door is open, but the room is dark, and I can’t make out enough of it to decide if it’s Felix’s room.
“You’re all flushed.” Jane’s stare gets more scrutinizing. “Did you meet a cute boy?”
“No. I just ran into Felix again.”
“Oh yeah?” Her eyes sparkle as she smiles.
“It was nothing,” I say, and then tell her exactly what happened.
“He looks especially good tonight,” she says. “He really pulls off jeans and a white tee.”
Heat climbs up my neck.
“What? You don’t think so?” She elbows me lightly.
“No, of course I do. He’s…” I search for words, “indescribably hot.”
A big smile takes over her face. “And totally into you. I was standing next to you batting my lashes and he never even noticed. Can you imagine? Not noticing all this.” She waves a hand down her body.
“The nerve,” I say, meaning it. Jane and Bethany have the always-looking-amazing thing in common. But the thought of Felix hitting on Jane makes my stomach twist.
“You should go back out there and ask him to give you a tour of his bedroom.”
“No way. I always freeze up around him.”
Her head bobs in agreement. “Good point. We better get you a couple shots first.”
Laughing lightly, I shake my head. “There is not enough alcohol in the world.”
“Why not? You’re gorgeous—inside and out. He would be so lucky to make out with you.”
“Make out with Felix Walters?” A frantic giggle escapes. “Felix is in a completely different league. He makes genuinely hot girls look meh by comparison. Those arms and that hair.” I sigh.
She laughs again and it eggs me on.
“He just looks at me and I start sweating and my mind goes blank. He’s stupid hot. As in he makes me totally stupid. I lose brain cells every time he speaks to me. I would probably die of sensory overload if he kissed me. Or if I saw him shirtless. Forget about it.” I groan. “I’d like to lick every inch of his body and climb him like a freaking tree. Of course, I’d have to duct tape his mouth because when he says my name, ‘Dahlia,’” I mimic his deep voice, and then fan my face, “I’m two seconds away from orgasming.”
Jane bursts into hysterical laughter and I join her because it’s a funny thought. Me and Felix Walters? No freaking way.
2
FELIX
The clangof metal first thing in the morning is usually the perfect way to wake up, but I grimace as someone drops a barbell across the room and the heavy thud echoes in the gym.
“You look rough.” Teddy gives me a once-over with one brow arched.
“Feel rougher.”
“What happened to taking it easy last night?” He sits on the bench and wipes his sweaty forehead with the hem of his T-shirt.
We had a big party at our place and while the goal was to have a good time, I had not planned on getting shitfaced. We’re gearing up for the start of the season and it could be a very big year for us. We have five returning seniors and we’re all hungry to win a national championship.
“Bethany happened,” I say, and Teddy’s mouth forms an “o.”
