There’s only so much Sheena and I can do for you.
Think about what you’re doing and what you want to do in the future.
I don’t want you to get blindsided.
All I did was take my friend home with me. That was it. It.
I hadn’t done drugs, flashed a crowd, stolen anything or killed anyone.
If my guesses were on track, Gardner had just warned me that my career was in jeopardy.
Maybe I should have panicked. Cried. I would have sworn that I would stop being friends with someone who so obviously needed a friend.
But I didn’t do any of those things. Not even close.
While Gardner had just been trying to be a good friend and warn me, I was suddenly pissed. Really pissed.
I hadn’t done anything wrong, and I knew that in my heart. Sure, there was a stipulation in my contract about fraternization, but I hadn’t been freaking fraternizing with anybody. Not even close, and I was being punished? Or at least sort of being punished?
This was horse shit. Absolute horse shit.
And I really wanted to punch Cordero in the face. Repeatedly.
Tension screamed through my shoulders and down my arms. I had to ball up my fists to contain my frustration with this entire situation. Honestly, I liked Rey. It wasn’t easy, and he got on my nerves at times, but I felt a closeness to him that I didn’t feel with anyone else I played with.
The fact that only a few of the girls on the team spoke to me during practice didn’t make things any better. The rest cast me side-glances that I wasn’t a fan of. But they didn’t say anything to egg me on, so I managed to keep my mouth closed. I knew better than to be the one to start anything. You’re only young and dumb once.
When they weren’t giving me snide glances, they were looking at Kulti like they were expecting to find him with my bra around his neck. The thing was, while I could keep my mouth shut, the German didn’t have to.
And he didn’t.
He had met my eyes early on during practice and frowned. His frown had continued to deepen the longer practice went on. Kulti didn’t try to ask me what happening, but somehow I knew that he was aware something was bugging me, and it had to do with the girls looking him up and down.
My favorite thing that came out of his mouth was, ”I don’t know what the hell you’re looking at, but you need to be looking at the field and not braiding each other’s hair!”
It was so sexist and untrue; I couldn’t help but snicker and then try to hide it.
In the long run though, it didn’t help me be any less pissed off.
They were still talking about me, and giving me looks. Murmuring. There was nothing I could do.
* * *
Someone was seated at the bottom of the stairs leading up to my apartment by the time I got home from work that evening. It took all of a split second once I got out of the car, to recognize the brown hair and the long body that stood up, brushing off the back of his loose workout shorts.
He didn’t say anything to me as I parked my car a couple feet away from him, and he didn’t say a word as he took my duffel bag, even as he eyed the baggy pants and the long-sleeved shirt I had on. He hadn’t seen me in my work clothes before, and I couldn’t find it in me to care that I had dirt and grass stains all over my knees and that my hair had doubled in volume since that morning.
“Hey you,” I said with a smile as we climbed up the steps to get to the front door.
Unlocking the door, he followed after me, locking it as soon as he was inside and dropping my bag in the same place I always left it. I sat on the floor and yanked off my work boots, too exhausted to even bother trying to do it standing up. They got tossed in the direction of the door harder than they needed to be.
The German held out his hand to me.
I took it and got to my feet, not moving an inch when we stood maybe four inches away from each other.
I’d been telling myself the second half of the day that this was technically his fault. That if I hadn’t been nice to him, we wouldn’t have started spending time together and become friends. If he was anyone else in the world, save for a handful of other people, no one would have given a single shit what we did together. I had spent my entire career trying to get through day by day and improve. I didn’t want fame, and while a fortune would have been nice, it wasn’t what got me going every morning. I’d been careful, always careful, always sacrificing whatever I needed to, to succeed.
Kulti had come in and doomed all that.
I had put time and effort into building a working relationship with the girls I played with. I helped them out, wanting them to do well, and all that hard work was now pretty much in the shitter. No one except Jenny and Harlow had bothered to—