Off Center (Varsity Girlfriends Book 2) by M.F. Lorson

Author:M.F. Lorson [Lorson, M.F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

Love,

Lane

Mackey had gone quiet in the aftermath of the Pinebrook game. After a week of silence it came as a surprise when a set of super long arms scooped around my waist pulling me kicking and shrieking into the air, directly in the center of the senior corridor.

“Put me down,” I hollered. I was struggling to sound authoritative while being swung around like an oversized toddler.

“Pleased to see you too, Cub,” said Mackey, slowly lowering me to the ground.

“You’re talking to me again then?” I asked.

Mackey shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. “About that. I wasn’t trying to be a jerk. A bad game just has that effect on me.” I better get used to it then, I thought, remembering the Mountaineers not so stellar record from last season.

“All is forgiven.”

“Great,” said Mackey, throwing his arm around my shoulder. “Because the Thanksgiving tournament is coming up. Seems like a pretty good opportunity to write something bold.” I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by bold. All I knew was my Thanksgiving plans were complicated enough without throwing five boys into the mix.

“Don’t remind me,” I groaned. “Thanksgiving is like my least favorite holiday.”

Mackey clasped his hand over his left arm, feigning a stroke. “How can you say that Cub? All that gorging. Pie for days! Who hates Thanksgiving?”

“This girl,” I said pointing both thumbs at my chest. “This girl who has to spend it in Denver with dear old Dad and his replacement family, that’s who,” I said, jutting out my bottom lip.

Mackey’s expression went from slightly jolly to outright beaming.

“You know you are supposed to act sympathetic right?” I asked, grossly offended by his enormous smile in the face of my distress.

“No need,” said Mackey. “I am going to make this Thanksgiving the Thanksgiving to surpass all previous Thanksgivings. By the end of the weekend, you won’t even remember your family was there.”

“How do you plan to do that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Oh, I have my ways. You’ll just have to wait and see.” He was being silly. Friendship silly. Nothing else. But my pulse quickened a bit at the thought of a weekend with Mackey outside of Marlowe Junction.

“What kind of reporter are you anyway?” he continued “How can you not know the tournament is in Denver?” The thing was I did know the tournament was in Denver I just wasn’t keen on the idea of spending the weekend talking basketball with Dad or introducing him to any of my new friends.

“You think the tournament is worth writing about?” I asked. “Didn’t you like...get clobbered there last year.”

Mackey shook his head, “Ye of little faith. This year is going to be different. I keep telling you that!”.

Maybe it would, I thought. Maybe this year Rosemark would turn the basketball season into a Hoosier moment. Maybe all that team bonding and camaraderie (minus the punching of course) would result in success on the court. But, I doubted it.

“I’ll tell you what. I will go to the tournament and

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