Goal (Completion #6) by Holly S. Roberts

Author:Holly S. Roberts [Holly S. Roberts]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Jordan

I managed some sleep and feel like a new person. I was just too exhausted to search out dinner and my brain needed the downtime. Luckily, I’m one of the few players without a roomie. Being the only female has its perks.

A bus will transport us to the practice field at seven-fifteen sharp. It’s already hot outside when I head to the hotel lobby for a quick breakfast before leaving. I jump on the bus with a bottle of water and apple that’s half eaten. Most of the players are on board and I’m relieved when I don’t see Aiden. I assume he is on the other bus. I take one of two free seats up front and Lane joins me a few minutes later. He looks rested too. Nervous energy is in the air during the short bus ride.

Lane doesn’t say more than a quick hello. I watch the scenery closely on the way to the practice field. Rolling white sand dunes surround the stadium that we’ll be calling home for the next three weeks.

The stadium isn’t as large as our home turf, but it has the necessities and that’s all that matters.

“Jordan,” I hear after Lane and I walk off the bus.

I turn. It’s Bobby. I wait for him to approach. “They built you a private shower in the locker room. I’ll show you.”

I smile. “Thank you, Bobby, that would be great.”

“What the hell?” Tobias Landy thunders behind us. He’s glaring at me. “You have no business in the guys’ locker room.”

Bobby takes a step toward Tobias and I place my hand on Bobby’s arm to stop him. His freckled face is red in anger and I give him a gentle smile. “I got this,” I say over my shoulder to Bobby. My full attention then goes to Tobias and several other players who have stopped to see what the hold-up is. “It’s not your decision,” I tell him in the most worry-free voice I can hustle up. “Having a dressing room in the locker room is in my contract. Deal with it.” I stand there until he grumbles a few swear words and walks away.

I turn to Bobby, who’s obviously still angry judging by the way he’s clenching his fists. “It’s okay,” I tell him. “Let it go.”

He smiles sheepishly and his hands relax at his sides. “He needs to see you kick and score points. He’ll be fine after that.” His grin expands and I can’t help smiling back at him. I wish I had his optimism.

“You’re right,” I assure Bobby. “After I prove myself in a game, things will be easier.” How I wished this was true. I’m beginning to think I’ll never truly belong.

My dressing room and shower are in the back corner of the locker room. It’s a large space with hooks for my clothes, a dry place to change, and a shower in the back. On one wall of the changing area there’s a shelf with towels. I unpack my football travel bag and place deodorant, shampoo, and conditioner on the shelf.

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