"What the fuck is going on out there? This is fucking embarrassing. Is this your first little league game, ladies?" Coach slaps his clipboard against the locker so hard the noise echoes loudly through the visitor's locker room.
The only sound left is the heavy breathing of my teammates, and I look away from Coach who's starting to turn an angry shade of red. My eyes find the floor and I watch as the sweat from my face drops down to the wooden floor as I sit with my elbows on my thighs on the bench near my locker. The adrenaline is still coursing through my veins, and all I can really think about is how badly I want to fuck up Ty Marcus and how grateful I am that Micah and James got to me before I could actually do any real damage.
When I look to Luke sitting next to me his leg is bouncing like crazy and I can feel his own pissed off energy building on top of my own. We've both been antsy all day, and I could feel his anxiety the entire car ride up here.
I usually wouldn't have minded the forty-minute ride to UCW, especially since it's honestly pretty exhilarating to sit in Luke's sports car while he fucking sends it on the highway, but no matter how fast he pushed his car on the empty road, I couldn't stop thinking about Abby.
She texted me last night saying she felt sick and that she had to skip our FaceTime call to go to bed early, which isn't a big deal, but when she showed up to chem this morning looking pale and shaky I knew something was wrong.
I couldn't ask her about it though because the second she sat down Hanngian started to pass out out a quiz. I finished it in a few minutes and sat there, watching her struggle through the fifteen questions. She kept second-guessing herself. Filling in an answer and then erasing. Filling in a new answer and then erasing. I wanted to just take her damn eraser away because for the most part, she was getting it right on the first try. I couldn't sit there and watch her erase her entire test for the third time because I was going to go crazy, so I dropped off my quiz with Hannigan and waited outside for her.
It took her twenty more minutes to finally walk out, and when I slipped my phone back into my pocket and fell into step beside her she didn't look up at me, but I could see her tense a little.
"How do you think you did?"
Her eyes were still fixed on her bag which she was rifling through.
"I have no idea, it made sense and then my mind kind of fogged up and I felt like I was forgetting a step but I couldn't remember what it was so I don't know,"
She gave up searching her bag and readjusted it on her shoulder as she lead us toward the door.
"Wait," I said, stopping in the middle of the walkway. I could see a few people stare at me curiously as they passed by, but Abby didn't meet my eyes as she stood next to me. Her eyes were searching the passing crowd around us and that's when I realized that she was trying to avoid me.
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Abby Ryan has her whole life planned out, up until graduation that is. As a journalism major at Washington State University, she has one goal in mind for her last semester of senior year: secure a scholarship for grad school. But when a scholarship...