Page 81 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
Millie pulls me to the corner of the lobby. Raine and Maisie follow.
“What’s this big secret?” I ask. “Make it quick. We need to get to the airport.”
“We know who the Twitter user is,” Millie says.
“What Twitter user?” Maisie asks. “The miamibballbabe one? Oh my god, it’s Deb, isn’t it?”
“It’s not Mom.” Millie and Raine are staring at me—eyes not blinking. “Wait, it’s not my mom, right?”
“It’s not your mom,” Millie says. “It’s Evelyn.”
“Evelyn who?” I ask.
“Evelyn Marks,” Raine whispers as a group of Miami team employees walk by us. “From the team.”
“What?” I take a step back. “No way. Why do you think that? It doesn’t even make sense. You have to be wrong.”
“First of all, I’m never wrong,” Raine says, looking over her shoulder to make sure we’re alone, “and second, we know for sure. There’s no doubt.”
“Who’s Evelyn?” Maisie asks.
“She works for the team,” I say, squinting to try to make my brain work faster. “She loves Seb. And she loves me. There’s just no way.”
“We-l-l-l,” Millie says. “I think you’re right about half of that. She definitely loves Seb—so much that we think she’s trying to get rid of the obstacle to them being together. That’s you, by the way.”
“That’s insane,” I say. “She’s known him for like a decade. If she wanted him, she would have made a move long ago. Why do you think it’s her?”
“We don’t think it. We know it.” Raine points to Millie’s phone. “Millie basically has control of Evelyn’s phone right now. She can see everything Evelyn’s texted, tweeted, posted—everything.”
“What?” I look between them. “How?”
“Never mind how,” Millie says. “Here, I’ll send you a text from her phone right now.”
I look down at my phone as it vibrates. There’s a text from Evelyn.
Millie and Raine are right. Believe them.
I look back up at her. “How?”
Maisie grabs my phone, reads the text, and then looks at Millie. “How did you do that? Are you magic?”
Millie ignores her. “Evelyn is miamibballbabe. End of discussion. Sophie, you need to decide what you want to do about it. Or you can pass it to me and I’ll take care of her.”
“Please choose option two. Please,” Maisie says, still staring at Millie with wide eyes. “Let Millie take care of her and please, please, please let me watch.”
Raine nods her head toward the door. “Head’s-up. Evelyn just walked in.”
“Which one is she?” Maisie looks around the lobby. “I’m about to end this bitch.”
“Stop, Maisie,” I say. “I’m still not convinced. It doesn’t make any sense.”
Millie grabs my hand and pulls me over to a couch. “Sit with me and observe. I’m going to text her from her own number.”
Raine sits on Millie’s other side and points at the screen. “Text ‘I’m watching you.’ It’s overused, but it really does cause the most amount of panic coming from someone’s own phone.”
Millie types it out and sends it.
I’m watching you.
