"Alex, Rob, I need to speak with you both." Bill's voice was the same as always, tired and droning. I held Rob's hand under the table nervously.
"Yeah, coach?" Rob asked.
"Reporters saw Alex entering-and leaving-the locker room. Why? People are going to begin to think that...."
"Think what?" I asked boldly.
"Think we're having sex in the locker room at halftime?" Rob muttered. I shot him a look like, 'Not the time.'
"Exactly!" Bill bellowed. Aw shit.
"Look, I hadn't been to a game in over two months, and I wanted to surprise my boyfriend. Bill, I'm family. You gave me a Player I.D. for a reason: because you trust me. Rob and I are responsible, and you know you can trust us!" I ranted.
"It's not whether I can trust you," Bill sighed. "The media twists things! You know how it is. I don't want something to happen to Rob's reputation. Or yours for that matter."
"What reputation of Rob's?" I asked. "No offense babe," I added. "He has a reputation as basically a frat boy that parties. His reputation is that he's a player. That's not the real him, but it's still how people perceive him to be! Bill, this one tiny thing isn't gonna hurt him!" I exclaimed.
"Fine," Bill said, exasperated, "but don't let it happen again." He left without another word, and I looked at Rob who grinned.
"Seriously? 'Having sex in the locker room.'?" I hissed. He grinned more. "Ugh you're such an idiot. But an idiot that I love. C'mon, let's get to bed." I went into our room and turned off the lights.
"Night Alex," Rob whispered, his breath tickling my ear.
"Night Rob," I replied, curling closer to him.
Rob's alarm clock blared loudly. I groaned. Practice day. He was already up and showered, waiting for me in the kitchen. I hopped into the shower and got ready. I wanted to watch practice today, since I hadn't I a while. Rob and I left the apartment. Ugh. It was 6:30. We drove in silence until my favorite song came on the radio.
"GUESS WHO'S BACK, BACK AGAIN. SHADY'S BACK, TELL A FRIEND."
The opening line made me scream. Rob jumped back in the drivers seat a little, then laughed and relaxed.
"C'MERE LITTLE KIDDIES ON MY LAP. GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH A BRAND NEW RAP? AND I DON'T RAP AS IN A NEW CASE OF CHILD MOLESTATION ACCUSATIONS.
AH AH AH AH! DON'T WORRY, PAPA'S GOT A BRAND NEW BAG OF TOYS. WHAT ELSE COULD I POSSIBLY DO TO MAKE NOISE I'VE 'BOUT TOUCHED ON EVERYTHING BUT LITTLE BOYS!" I screamed. Eminem was only my favorite rapper ever. Rob put on my Eminem CD, so basically the whole half hour to Foxboro, I screamed various insulting Eminem lyrics at the top of my lungs. Naturally.
When we got to practice, everyone was there. We got there about the same time as Julian and Danny, whom I scared the crap out of by jumping up behind them.
"How are you so full of energy at seven o'clock in the morning?" Danny wondered aloud.
"She had her Eminem CD playing," Rob explained. Julian laughed.
"That explains it," he said, nodding.
I sat on the bench next to Bill during practice. Everyone was out on the field, so I decided to go into the locker room. I wanted to put a picture of me and Rob in his...cubby? Locker? Whatever it was. I walked down the tube, whistling 'Without Me'. I looked up and saw Rob, naked.
"AH!" I screeched.
Damn he has a nice body, I thought, before covering my eyes
"Seriously? It's ok, the guys see me like this all the time," Rob said, and I could tell he was rolling his eyes.
"Do I really need to remind you that I'm not one of the guys?" I reminded him. He laughed.
"I have pants on," he said teasingly. I opened my eyes to see him in his practice uniform.
"Goodbye babe. I'll see you after practice," he said, laughing and kissing my lips softly. I let him go down the tube, and started to explore various other parts of the locker room.