Page 56 of Don't Fall for the Goalie

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Fucker.

Cole: Yeah, bring her.

Jake: I second it.

Ford: She can sit with Harper and Allie.

Fuck.

Me: She’s wearing the boot.

Connor: Sexy.

Cole: What does that have to do with anything?

Jake: Stop making excuses.

Ford: You’re bringing her. I told Harper she’s coming.

Connor: I just told Allie.

Goddamn assholes.

Me: Fine.

Connor: Don’t sound pissy. You know you want her there.

Me: Shut up, asshole.

Cole: Look at the goalie. Using commas in text and shit.

Jake: Oh he’s really got it bad.

Ford: LOL!

Connor: Definitely a sign.

I toss my phone on my bed. I’m not saying anything more to those jackasses. They’ll just keep going if I do.

I grab Peyton’s panties, shoving them into my pocket.

Now, if I can just sneak them into Peyton’s hamper without her or Thelma seeing me, I can get on with my day.

Five minutes later,I’m hiding behind one of the fake potted plants, watching as Thelma vacuums. Peyton comes out and heads to the kitchen.

Now’s my chance.

I slip out from behind it, scurrying down the hall.

The vacuum shuts off, and Peyton says to her, “Do you know where the knives are?”

I duck into the bathroom before Thelma sees me.

I hear them talking and the drawer opening.

Good. Keep talking, ladies.

I shoot out of the bathroom and hurry into Peyton’s room. I grab the panties and toss them inside the hamper.

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