Late Four
By Systematic

Her breasts were as fake as her tan, but I wasn’t sure about her ass. It filled out her bikini bottoms nicely, and hard nipples were clearly visible through the top. She had her hands behind her head, and her back arched to throw out her chest, which she was twisting to show off. Her hair was long and dark, and not very organized, but not so disheveled that it was a turn-off. I didn’t think her lips were real.

Ollie shut his locker, so I didn’t get to dissect the pin-up further. No, I was not in the company of a supermodel in a bikini, I was in a locker room with my football team. It was time for practice. There’s nothing like getting through a week of school just to go back Saturday and get slammed around a little more. I yawned and followed the guys into the next room, wondering if Red would keep her promise. At least she couldn’t bother me here. But I couldn’t sleep here either.

The blackboard was full of crosses and lines and circles and football jargon in bad handwriting. I paused in the doorway, and some of the guys jostled past me. He didn’t seriously expect us to sit through another one of these lectures, did he? The coach was a madman. And even more mad if he thought I was going to stay awake through it. I ducked back into the locker room; the coach hadn’t seen me yet. It was starting to look like this might be a practice that I’d be better off to arrive about half an hour late too. Then I could get tackled in peace. Pain I can deal with, but stupidity I enjoy less.

Making sure no one was paying any attention to me, I slipped out and hurried across the lawn. My practice clothes wouldn’t make me stick out. I headed across the grounds to the main buildings. I was thinking of getting something to drink from a vending machine, and finding a nice sunny spot for a quick nap.

I didn’t even make it to the vending machines. Kylie appeared out of nowhere, thrusting a paper at my face as though I was a clown, and the paper was a pie. I avoided it.

“What?”

“What?” She repeated, and cocked her head. She held up the paper. She wanted me to notice the big A on it.

“Nice job,” I said.

“That’s right. I beat you.”

“You sure did.”

“Anything you can do, I can do better.”

“I believe it.”

She was getting frustrated, but she wouldn’t show it.