Mikey
I made my way back to the locker room, where everyone was dressed and ready to hit the field. When I walked in, the chatter died down, and all eyes turned to me.
I headed over to my locker, quickly shedding my clothes while feeling Liam's gaze on me.
“Dude, you’re not my type,” I shot at him.
“Not mine either, asshole,” Liam replied.
“Stop staring, it’s creepy, and I’m already late,” I said, slapping my pads onto my body.
“Yeah, why are you late? What’s going on?” Liam asked.
“Actually, I was here on time. Coach sent me upstairs,” I explained, pulling my jersey on.
“s**t, that’s not good,” he mumbled.
I plopped down on the bench. “No, it’s not. But it went better than I thought. At least, I think it did. Hell, I’m not sure right now,” I admitted while slipping on my cleats.
