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score?” I ask her, flipping my hair off my face.
    She nods and purses her lips. “Yes.”
    I put my hand on her knee. “What’s up with you?”
    “Work stress,” she says simply. “It’s sort of getting to me a bit. It’s a lot of pressure to write this piece.”
    The stands are clearing and people are stopping to congratulate me. I sign a few bits of paper as they’re shoved in my face, still not taking my eyes off of Hayley. She looks different. Far away. Somewhere else entirely.
    I clear the row of empty seats and sit down next to her.
    “You need a break,” I say.
    She glances at me. “I really have a lot to work on, actually-“
    I put a sweaty arm around her shoulders. I feel her stiffen under my touch. “You need a break.” I stand up. “Let me shower. Meet me outside of the clubhouse, alright? I’m taking you away for the next two days.”
    Hayley laughs. “You’re what ?”
    “You heard me. Now finish up your homework.”
    I jog toward the showers. I’m so caught up in my new plan I run smack into Terence.
    “Watch it, asshole,” he says, shoving me away. “I saw your little girlfriend on the news today.”
    “Trolling tabloid sites for the latest in celebrity news?” I spit back, stripping off my uniform and grabbing a clean towel.
    Terence slams my locker door in my face. “I don’t like how much you’re distracting the team.”
    I get close to him. “I don’t like how obsessed you are with Hayley. She’s not interested in you. Take the hint, Terence.”
    I push him into the lockers and he seethes in my direction.
    I really fucking hate that guy.
    Two hours later, I’m standing outside of Hayley’s hotel room door, knocking.
    “Hurry up, we’ll miss the train!”
    Hayley pulls open the door. I look behind her to see that her duffel isn’t packed.
    “You’re not packed.”
    She nods. “That’s right. I told you I need to work.” But she doesn’t look committed to this statement.
    I drop my duffel bag and put my hand on the door, holding it open. “You’re saying you’d rather work than come away with me?”
    She nods. “That’s right. I was almost fired once. I’d like to not repeat that, actually.”
    I tilt my head and smile at her. I see her resolve faltering. I put a finger on her collarbone and she uncrosses her arms. I trace an S-shape across her skin and goosebumps erupt down her arms.
    “So you’re just going to stay here?”
    “Y-yes…” She closes her eyes as I make my way to the space between her breasts. I step inside her room and the door shuts behind me.
    “You’re sure about that?” I lean down and kiss the side of her neck. She’s shaking now.
    “No,” she replies. “I’m not sure about that.”
    I take her wrists into my hands and pin them above her head onto the wall. I run my tongue down her neck, bisecting her collarbone, and down to the line of cleavage.
    I can hear her heartbeat right next to my face.
    “Okay!” She practically shouts it. “I’ll come away with you.”
    I pull away from her. “Then we can finish things up when we get to where we’re going.”
    “Ugh, you’re going to tease me like that and not finish me off?”
    I pull open her dresser drawers and pull out two pairs of lacy underwear.
    “No sense in packing these,” I say to her with a smile.
    She blushes.
    I open the second drawer to find a few demure t-shirts and a long skirt. “I think I’m taking you shopping before we do anything else.”
    “What’s wrong with my clothes?”
    I slam the drawer shut and face her. “They’re made up of too much fabric.”
    I walk out of the room and pick up my duffel. I don’t glance over my shoulder as I step into the hallway.
    Hayley’s footsteps soon follow me. “Alright!” she says, the door shutting behind her. I hear the zipper of her purse shut. “But nothing too expensive, okay?”
    I laugh and pull her into the elevator. “I’m running this shopping trip, not you. I’ll spend as much money as I