My heart flies away from my chest as I bolt out of the makeshift changing room, fleeing into the open stadium air.
The changing area itself is nothing more than a temporary enclosure pitched some distance away from the main arena floor: a square of tall curtain racks set up directly on the turf.
And for once in my life, I wasn't even shy about getting naked in front of Trey. Why? Because I was way too occupied trying to dissect the puzzle of an outfit Jesse had shoved into my arms.
Can this thing even be legally classified as clothing? I highly doubt it!
It was a tangled mess that looked more like an abstract geometry problem than a sports fit. A nerd like me had zero business trying to decipher fancy athletic couture. I had no idea where my head was supposed to go, where my arms were
