The Player novel Chapter 3

Brielle

12:32pm

Hurry up!

Football practice was supposed to be out twenty minutes ago, and I had been waiting outside the boy's locker room for them to come in from the football field. My eyes glanced to my watch as my foot began to tap, growing impatient with the team's tardiness.

Now I know how instructor Riley feels.

My ears perked up in attention, hearing the familiar sound of laughing and stomping associated with a football team. Trying to catch Christopher's attention in the crowd, I began waving at him.

"Christopher!" I yelled, before finally making eye contact with him. His eyes grew wide as he looked side to side at his teammates, then began to run towards me.

"Christopher, I need to talk to you about the balle- "

Before I could finish, he cut me off by placing his hand over my mouth. My eyes grew wide as I let out muffled protests into his hand. The hallway got quieter as the football players stared at us, confused at what was happening.

"Why would you talk about ballet in front of my team," he harshly whispered. My protests grew louder as I began to make a scene. "For the love of God Brielle, be quiet!"

"No!" I tried to get out against his hand. "Let me go!"

Panic showed in his eyes as the hallway grew dead silent, all eyes on us. What he did next, I would have never imagined in a million years.

He kissed me.

Before I could even react, he dragged me into the nearby janitor's closet, his mouth still on mine. The sound of claps and wolf whistles could be heard from in the closet as the players returned to their conversations.

He took his lips off mine, running his hands through his hair. "Brielle- "

Before he could even finish his statement, I lifted my hand and slapped him across the face. Hard.

"Ow, geez what the heck Brielle!" he clutched his cheek, a red hand still imprinted on his skin.

"I think I should be asking you, jerk. Why the hell would you kiss me!"

"Oh relax, it's just a kiss." He shifted his weight onto the door, suddenly becoming bored with his conversation.

"Yeah, to you," I whispered under my breath, tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear.

"What does that mean?" he asked, apparently hearing me, as his brows knitted in confusion. His eyes locked to mine. "Wait, was that your first kiss?"

I looked down, breaking eye contact as my face grew hot. Apparently, that was all the answer he needed.