Danny shook my arm.
"Alex?" he asked softly. I opened my eyes to see Danny.
"Yeah?" I grumbled sleepily.
"It's Friday. Come to Foxborough if you want, but don't feel like you have to," he said. I blinked.
"Nope. I'll come," I said groggily. "I'm the unofficial drills coach. I need to come."
I pushed the blankets off me and shuffled sleepily to Danny's bathroom, where I had my workout tank top and yoga pants all ready. I hopped in the shower quickly. I got out and put on deodorant. My blue hair was wet and messy, so I put it in a pony tail. I changed and exited the bathroom to see Danny.
"C'mon," he ushered. We went out the door and to his Range Rover. We drove to the stadium quietly. About five minutes into the drive, he spoke.
"Do you want to talk Alex?" Danny asked. I shook my head.
"I'm ok," I replied quietly. I was still confused about everything that had happened. I decided it would be best if I didn't say anything at all.
"Alright, if you say so. By the way, Bill called your cellphone while you were sleeping. I answered and he said that it'd be to your discretion what we do in our mini practice. Whether you just want to stretch, or actually practice, it's up to you," he told me. We entered the complex. Danny parked the car and we got out. I took his hand, more for support than anything. We walked about a quarter of the way across the parking lot when Julian trotted over.
"Are you and Danny an item now?" he asked, referring to our interlocked fingers.
"Danny and I aren't anything," I snapped suddenly. My face fell. "I-I'm sorry Jules. I'm just...really confused."
The three of us walked silently until we got to the bench outside the practice center. I looked at the other two.
"I'll...I'll be in in a minute. If Bill needs me earlier...just come and get me. I love you guys," I said sadly. Danny glanced at me.
"We love you too, A," he whispered quietly. I saw the pain in his eyes as he said it. They entered the practice center and I sat down on the bench.
"You and Danny an item now?" a voice asked harshly. I didn't need to see the person to recognize their voice.
"Shut up Rob," I said angrily. I stood up and turned around to see Rob standing with his arms folded across his chest.
"I'm sorry, I can't help but, oh I don't know, be angry when my girlfriend's sleeping with one of my best friends," he spat. I stared at him incredulously.
"You think I'm sleeping with him?" I asked angrily.
"Uh, yeah. It would appear that way."
"Well then you're wrong!" I exclaimed.
"I don't even understand what I did," he said, shaking his head.
"Why does that not surprise me?" I asked, my voice rising.
"It makes sense that you don't understand. So let me get it through your thick skull. You invited a 'friend' over, who's a fucking porn star. Alright, first off. Second of all, I walk in and see her all over you. That's not a problem?" I shrieked. "Her ass and boobs and everything all over you? And you expect me-Alex Stone-to be calm and rational about it?"
"So you're jealous!" he exclaimed, shaking a finger in my direction.
"No. I'm obviously perfectly fine with it," I spat.