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My leg only shook harder as someone came over a microphone in the other room, “We need a minute, please.”

Oh God.

“I think I just threw up in my mouth a little,” I muttered more to myself than to Gardner.

“It’ll be fine,” he assured me with a sympathetic smile.

I cleared my throat and nodded at him, begging myself to calm down. I took a couple of quick inhales and exhales before sucking in one deep breath and holding it, like I did when I was too amped up before a game.

Yeah, it didn’t help.

My stomach swelled with nausea and I had to swallow back bile.

“Where is he, anyway?” I asked.

Gardner actually looked around like the question surprised him. “You know, I have no clue. I guess they put him in a different room?”

We got our answer a second later when the same PR rep who had just made an appearance was back, the corners of her mouth twisted downward. “We have a problem.”

Chapter Two

“Sal,no.”

“Yes.”

“Sal, I’m not kidding. Not even a little bit. Please.Please. Tell me you’re joking.”

I laid my head back against the headboard and closed my eyes, giving myself a grim smile of defeat. All was lost. This afternoon had been real, and there was no escaping it. So I told Jenny the truth, “Oh, it happened.”

She groaned.

Jenny was a true friend, like one that felt the worst of your pain for you, suffering right along with you; she let out a groan that I could feel from over a thousand miles away. My humiliation was her humiliation. Jenny Milton and I had been friends from the moment we met each other at camp for the United States national team—the ‘best’ players in the country—five years ago. “No,” she groaned, she choked. “No.”

Oh, yes.

I sighed and relived the twenty minutes in front of the cameras that afternoon. I wanted to die. I wouldn’t go as far as to say it was the worst thing that had ever happened to me, but it was definitely one of those few moments that I wished I could go back and redo differently. Or at least go allEternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mindand pretend they never happened. “I’m going to dye my hair, change my name and go live in Brazil,” I told her evenly.

What did she do? She laughed. She laughed and then snorted, and then laughed a little more.

The fact that she didn’t try to tell me everything was okay meant that I wasn’t overreacting to the events that had transpired hours before.

“What do you think my chances are that no one ever sees the entire thing?”

Jenny made a noise that gave the impression she was actually putting some thought behind the question. “I would say you’re out of luck. I’m sorry.”

My head hung and my chest puffed out in a suffering laugh-slash-dry cry. “On a scale of one to ten, how screwed?”

There wasn’t a response until there was, and it was sharp and tight. A high laugh that let me know Jenny was feeling it down to her toes. She was laughing like she did every other time I’d done something incredibly embarrassing. Like waving back at a stranger that I thought had been waving at me—he wasn’t, there’d been someone behind me. Or the time I skid across a freshly mopped floor and busted my ass.

I shouldn’t expect any different.

“Sal, did you really…?’

“Yes.”

“In front of everyone?”

I grunted. I could barely think about it without tossing my cookies and wanting to find myself a cave and hibernate forever. It was over and life would go on. Ten years from now no one would remember, but…


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