Foul Line_A High School Bully Romance by E. M. Moore

Author:E. M. Moore [Moore, E. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

20

It’s been a good day. Warmth clings to my skin from the heat of the sun, and also the heat of four pairs of eyes on me.

Today, we worked on mindset again, and since we weren’t broken up into partners or positions, I got to be in the same room as my Ballers for the whole day. Lunch was even was brought to us, so that the fifteen basketball players in that room with dreams so big it’s almost scary, wouldn’t have to leave.

At the end, I’m practically buzzing with excitement. Not only did we talk about everything I’ve ever wanted in basketball, but the lure of the lake with the guys is calling to me. I turn around, walking backward, and smirk at them. “What’s that look for?” Sloan asks. His brown hair is flat on his head from our run earlier, but he’s no less handsome than normal.

I shrug. “Nothing.”

Hayes is off to the side, watching me carefully. He’s got a slight tilt to his lips like he’s waiting for me to do or say something.

Lake and River are in the back of the pack. Before long, they break off and go toward the guys’ cabins, but the rest of them are still following me. Once my feet hit the sand, I turn, peel off my shirt and run for the water. My feet splash in. When the water is thigh high, I dive in, almost gasping as the chilled water coats me. It’s a nice sort of thrill that makes me pop up out of the water with a huge gasp. The guys have followed me, tearing off their shirts at the water’s edge and dropping them there. I swim backwards, moving my hands to take me further and further out. I duck under and then come up. My basketball shorts are weighing me down a bit, but I’m not taking those off. I’d only be swimming in my underwear then. At least now I have a sports bra and shorts on. They’ve seen me in less, but if my dad happens to show up like he did on the run this morning, he’s not going to wonder if I’m losing my mind or not.

Hayes only wades in waist deep, his fingers trickling through the water. Sloan sees me looking at him and says, “Hayes can’t swim.”

“No?” I ask, looking up at Hayes to find that it’s true. He’s blushing. I push off the sandy bottom of the lake and swim toward him until I can walk myself up to him. “You can’t swim?”

He shakes his head. “My parents weren’t much for vacationing.”

I frown at that. Sometimes I forget that I have more than most. It’s second nature for me to come home from school and just jump right in our pool. I’ve done it for years, winter or not. My mother used to joke that if I hadn’t fallen in love with basketball like my dad, I would’ve been a swimmer. I take his hand and lead him out.

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