“Nothing, but that’s why I stayed in here to wake you up.”
“Oh…” she said then stretched her arms.
The blanket pulled down, exposing her bare breasts. While everything in me wanted to roll over and start sucking on a nipple, I pulled the covers back and swung my legs over the side of the bed. She put her hand on my back as I sat on the edge of the mattress.
“What’s wrong? Where you going? You have time to go again this morning?”
Her hand rubbing me felt wonderful, but I had to get to early practice.
“No, I need to get going.”
“I think I’m falling for you,” she said, surprising me.
“I…I’ll see you later.”
I stood up, not turning to face her as I looked around for my pants.
“Wow,” she said.
“What?” I asked, spinning around and spotting my pants at the foot of the bed.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t be that way.”
“Be what way? You’re the one who loves football more than you do me.”
I sighed and retrieved my pants.
“That’s not true, and you know it.”
One foot then the other, I put them on.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Despite her words, I was sure it did matter to her if I wasn’t ready to say something back to her.
“Do you really want to force me to say it?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and twisting to look at her.
She had pulled the covers up, hiding her naked body from me.
“No,” she said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Sure…”
Not wanting to get into another argument with her, I put my shirt on and left her room. Jocelyn wasn’t around, so I walked out of the apartment before she returned.
* * *
Later that morning, as I walked on the field in my uniform, I saw Jocelyn talking to Coach. What the hell? I thought, walking over toward them. She noticed me and patted him on the arm before heading in my direction.
The closer she got, the more I wanted her out of my life. She would not drive a wedge between Brooke and me no matter what she did. A sick smile on her face, she passed by me without saying a word. I thought about confronting her, but I kept walking.
When I reached Coach, the look on his face let me know he was not happy, but that was normal for him. Had she said something to him? Only one way to find out.
“Hey, Coach. Who was that?”