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“I was,” he says, not even denying it. “I wanted to see how you played. Does my staring bother you?”
“More like creeps me out,” I lie.
He laughs and comes over to step into my space. “Don’t worry, peach, I’m not hitting on you. Just watching you play soccer. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s more fun to watch a sport when you know the player? You’re the only player I know, so yeah, I was watching you.” He winks and walks away from me.
“What was that about?” Mac comes over and joins me.
“Apparently, I’m his favorite athlete.” I laugh and shake my head.
“Oh, well, okay then, Mac laughs along with me. “You know, I think that having him here is going to be so much fun.”
“Oh, shut up, he’s just the trainer,” I remind her.
“Yeah, sure he is.” She winks at me, and we make our way to the team room for Watts’ pre-game pep talk.
Chapter Six
~DEX~
The game was a good one. The girls had fought hard. But we ended in a tie. That’s the one thing about soccer that I am not sure I can get used to. There was no clear winner. The game clock hit zero, and everyone moved on with life. Not the outcome I was expecting.
In football there is a winner. We would have gone into overtime if we needed to, and I was flabbergasted when the final whistle blew and everyone stood up like it was time to go. I laughed when Lucas told me that was the end of this game. He stared at me like he couldn’t believe I hadn’t known. Or that I was laughing at such a thing.
I’m startled out of my contemplation by a knock at my door. Amelia is leaning against my door, wearing a pair of jean shorts and a blue Blaze T-shirt. I smile as I take in the sight of her - long blonde hair still wet from a shower, her cheeks a little pink from either a shower or the sun. Not a stitch of makeup as far as I can tell from where I sit at my desk.
“Are you here to serve an eviction notice?” I tease her.
She smirks at me, shaking her head. “No, I’m not serving you an eviction notice. But know your days are numbered,” shethreatens with mock-seriousness. Or at least I hope she’s being playful. “But I did want to see if you if you would like to come with us to the bar. We usually head out to the Backwoods after games. Thought you might want to come along.”
“Who’s we?” I ask her. I wonder if she means her and the girls I always see her with or if this a whole team thing.
Amelia makes her way into my office, stopping in front of the desk. Her hands rest of the front of it as she leans down to be eyelevel with me. I steal a glance at her boobs. Amelia might not be trying to, but she’s pushing them together.
It’s my turn to smirk at her.
She snaps her fingers in front of my face, trying to get my full attention. “What the fuck do you think you’re looking at?” The words come out forceful like she’s trying to be scary.
“You trying to scold me, peach?”
“Listen, football, don’t be staring at my chest.”
“Football?” I question her, leaning back in my chair, my eyes traveling down her body, only to return to her chest.
“You used to be a player or a trainer for it or something, right?” Her brow furrows and I wonder how she got the information. Did she Google me or has August told her?
“That’s a yes to both,” I confirm for her.
“Well, then there you go, that’s why I’m calling you football.”
“Whatever,” I say shaking my head at her again. “Now who’s going to the bar?”
Amelia actually has the audacity to look annoyed at my question. “Well, me, obviously, Mac, Cassie, Hendrix, Danny, Jace and I think August.” She ticks off a bunch of names on her fingers as she rattles off the list.
“You in or what?” Her hands are now on her hips, and I can hear her tapping her foot on my floor. She looks adorable. The one thing I noticed about her is that she’s a take-no-shit kinda girl. I decide that I like that about her. I have to remember to remain on her good side.
“Yeah, sure, why not.” I tell her, locking my computer and rising up from the desk.
“Awesome, now let’s go.” She turns and heads toward the door, turning my light off as she exits.
