“Eww,” I said. “He doesn’t have a carrot down there.”
“Oh, it’s bigger?” Eva asked.
“Be quiet,” I said.
I walked away from Zoe and Eva.
Before I could even get a single thought settled in my head, I heard my phone beep with a text.
I looked at the screen and called out for both Zoe and Eva.
Madison (or Grace?) - it’s Maverick - we need to talk.
“How did he get your number?”Zoe asked.
“I gave him my card,” I whispered. “To prove that Grace was my middle name.”
“You slipped up,” Eva said. “You never slip up.”
“Be quiet. Let me call him and see what’s up.”
I walked to Zoe’s bathroom since it was the only real room in the apartment to hide.
I shut the door and locked it.
A second later, Eva tried to twist the knob.
“She locked it!” Eva yelled to Zoe.
“Leave me alone!” I called out.
Then I called Maverick.
“Hey, sweetie,” his rough and hot voice said.
My toes curled and I cringed.
“Hey,” I said back.
“Hope I’m allowed to call you. Does your father check your cell records?”
“That’s really funny, you know that?”
“Yeah, well, I get it.”
“Get what?”
“What you were talking about,” Maverick said. “Your father made a statement at practice after you left.”
“Oh, no,” I said. “What did he do?”
Maverick then told me what my father did.
He took a slap shot and broke a hockey stick.
“Yeah, sounds about right,” I said.
“Madison, I have to ask you something and I’m being dead serious here,” Maverick said. “Are you okay?”