He must’ve rushed here after work to see the game. Standing up, I spin around to see Madoc as he tosses his black suit jacket on a bleacher and loosens his light blue tie. I hood my eyes and groan, recognizing the voice behind me. Simone and everyone else move on, leaving me behind, too. Dylan, my brother Jared’s daughter, who’s only two years younger and on the same team as me, runs backward, toward the goal, grinning at me. I glance to the left and see exactly who I expected to see. She falters, but she doesn’t fall, and I laugh, seeing her knocked off her high pedestal.
Simone Feldman, from the Weston team, smirks down at me with a gloating expression in her green eyes.īut then, much to my enjoyment, someone knocks into her, making her stumble.
“Suck dirt, Caruthers.” And then all I see is a green jersey crashing into me and shoving me to the ground.ĭamn it! A silvery ache shoots through my ass and my back as I peer up, squinting against the sunlight. I swing back my right foot and shoot the ball over to her just as I see someone dive into my space. “Over here!” I spot Maya Velasquez out of the corner of my eye, calling to me. I’m thrilled it’s the end of my senior year, and this is my last game. I race between two other players, shuffling the soccer ball between my feet and feeling my black and orange jersey sticking to my back. “Move it, Quinn!” I hear Jax bellow, clapping his hands.
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