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Who is this? I don’t have this number.

Cici snorted a laugh from over my shoulder.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Seriously, Cassandra?

You memorized my number. I’m impressed.

I’m good with numbers, unlike some other people I know.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as my hand touched the ’10’ emblazoned on my jersey.

What? You said you wear a jersey. I’m wearing a jersey.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

I said your favorite player.

Trent scores a lot and I appreciate players who keep the game interesting.

“Oh no,” Lena winced, her hand gripping my arm. On the field, a gaggle of players formed around Trent as he yelled into the stands. The words were drowned out by the crowd and distance, but the air kiss at the end got his sentiment across.

“Are you double guessing my awesome plan?” I asked with a grimace.

“Diego doesn’t look like he finds it very funny.”

Diego had his eyes locked on mine, with nothing playful in his stare. He shifted his attention back to the phone.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Take it off.

Cici cackled at the chaos I’d just caused. “Yeah, this relationship seems real casual.”

It’s pretty chilly and I’m only wearing a tank top underneath.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

It’s not funny.

It’s a little funny.

I’ll never let you play Final Fantasy again.

I know you don’t mean that.

I do. I’ll call up to the office. They’ll bring you one of my jerseys.

But this one is awfully soft…

You’re not serious.

My allegiances are fluid. I could be convinced to switch jerseys….

How?

Score some points and my feelings will probably change. Good luck out there!

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