heart
was pounding out of my chest. I wanted to get in and out as quickly as
possible. Come on! Where is your underwear? I tried a few more drawers
before I came to one filled with tighty whities. I grabbed them all and
transported them to the bath tub. It only took a few seconds for them to get
soaked, and then I stuffed them into his freezer next to some hot pockets.
"Done," I said.
Bryce poked his head out of the closet. "Me too. Let's
get out of..."
Click.
Shit! Someone's here! I looked around frantically for
a hiding spot. The closet was really the only option. I jumped in and Bryce
shut the closet door. For the third time tonight, I found myself with my face a
few inches away from Bryce's.
Oh my God. I'm going to get caught and end up in a
Brazilian prison as someone's lady-bitch.
"Stop breathing so heavily," whispered Bryce.
Stop talking! He'll hear us! I peered through the
slits in the closet to see whose underwear I had just frozen. He was a
ridiculously muscular Asian man, and he had just stripped off all his clothes. Fantastic.
Now I'm a peeping Tom too.
The guy approached the closet. I pressed myself more firmly
against Bryce's chest. God, he smells amazing . I thought I was going to
shit my pants when he reached towards the door, but it was just to grab the
towel that was hanging next to the closet. Then he disappeared into the
bathroom and the shower started.
Thank God.
We waited a few seconds before emerging from our hiding spot.
On the way out, Bryce grabbed the guy's dirty underwear and threw it in the
freezer.
I let out a sigh of relief when we were safely out in the
hallway. "That was insane," I said. I couldn't believe I had just
broken into someone's room and frozen their underwear. My heart was still
pounding.
"We're not off the hook yet." Bryce pointed to the
maid who had just rounded the corner. "Act natural."
She was blocking the only path to the stairs, so we had no
choice but to walk right by her.
"Lovely evening, eh?" said Bryce as we passed her.
I held in my laughter until we were safely in the stairwell.
"Nice accent," I said.
"Thanks," replied Bryce. "We better split up
though. We can't risk anyone else seeing us together since you're not in
disguise. Wait here for five minutes before you come down. Kristen will be
waiting for you outside. Thanks for a great night, Blonde Tigress." He
smiled at me and then took off down the stairs.
Chapter 9
Monday
Alina
I went back to my locker after our second practice of the
day. I was exhausted. Coach had nearly killed us as punishment for our loss the
previous day against Brazil. And to make matters worse, I had barely gotten any
sleep last night. My mind kept going back and forth between Bryce and Chris. I
felt guilty for what had happened with Bryce. But I hadn't kissed him back.
That's exactly what Chris had claimed Gabriela had done to him. It had seemed
like he was lying though. Maybe Chris had kissed Gabriela back. Or maybe he had
initiated it to begin with. It may have even gone further than that. Now I just
felt angry and guilty and confused.
Plus I was on edge the whole day thinking that the police
would show up any minute and haul me away to prison. I yawned. I really needed
to take a nap.
I grabbed my stuff out of my locker and noticed that my phone
was blinking to signal I had a new message. I turned it on and a message popped
up from "My Favorite Athlete."
Who the hell is that? I didn't remember ever putting
anyone in my phone with that name.
I clicked on the message to bring it up. "Make sure you
don't miss the highlights tonight. Operation Red Rip - Success."
Bryce! That sneaky little bastard had put his number
in my phone, and I guess also stolen my number.
"Why do you look so happy?" asked Kristen.
I turned my phone so she could read the text.
"Ah, I should have known it was your new
boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend!"
"Suuure. You even have him in your phone as your
favorite athlete. And here I was thinking
was pounding out of my chest. I wanted to get in and out as quickly as
possible. Come on! Where is your underwear? I tried a few more drawers
before I came to one filled with tighty whities. I grabbed them all and
transported them to the bath tub. It only took a few seconds for them to get
soaked, and then I stuffed them into his freezer next to some hot pockets.
"Done," I said.
Bryce poked his head out of the closet. "Me too. Let's
get out of..."
Click.
Shit! Someone's here! I looked around frantically for
a hiding spot. The closet was really the only option. I jumped in and Bryce
shut the closet door. For the third time tonight, I found myself with my face a
few inches away from Bryce's.
Oh my God. I'm going to get caught and end up in a
Brazilian prison as someone's lady-bitch.
"Stop breathing so heavily," whispered Bryce.
Stop talking! He'll hear us! I peered through the
slits in the closet to see whose underwear I had just frozen. He was a
ridiculously muscular Asian man, and he had just stripped off all his clothes. Fantastic.
Now I'm a peeping Tom too.
The guy approached the closet. I pressed myself more firmly
against Bryce's chest. God, he smells amazing . I thought I was going to
shit my pants when he reached towards the door, but it was just to grab the
towel that was hanging next to the closet. Then he disappeared into the
bathroom and the shower started.
Thank God.
We waited a few seconds before emerging from our hiding spot.
On the way out, Bryce grabbed the guy's dirty underwear and threw it in the
freezer.
I let out a sigh of relief when we were safely out in the
hallway. "That was insane," I said. I couldn't believe I had just
broken into someone's room and frozen their underwear. My heart was still
pounding.
"We're not off the hook yet." Bryce pointed to the
maid who had just rounded the corner. "Act natural."
She was blocking the only path to the stairs, so we had no
choice but to walk right by her.
"Lovely evening, eh?" said Bryce as we passed her.
I held in my laughter until we were safely in the stairwell.
"Nice accent," I said.
"Thanks," replied Bryce. "We better split up
though. We can't risk anyone else seeing us together since you're not in
disguise. Wait here for five minutes before you come down. Kristen will be
waiting for you outside. Thanks for a great night, Blonde Tigress." He
smiled at me and then took off down the stairs.
Chapter 9
Monday
Alina
I went back to my locker after our second practice of the
day. I was exhausted. Coach had nearly killed us as punishment for our loss the
previous day against Brazil. And to make matters worse, I had barely gotten any
sleep last night. My mind kept going back and forth between Bryce and Chris. I
felt guilty for what had happened with Bryce. But I hadn't kissed him back.
That's exactly what Chris had claimed Gabriela had done to him. It had seemed
like he was lying though. Maybe Chris had kissed Gabriela back. Or maybe he had
initiated it to begin with. It may have even gone further than that. Now I just
felt angry and guilty and confused.
Plus I was on edge the whole day thinking that the police
would show up any minute and haul me away to prison. I yawned. I really needed
to take a nap.
I grabbed my stuff out of my locker and noticed that my phone
was blinking to signal I had a new message. I turned it on and a message popped
up from "My Favorite Athlete."
Who the hell is that? I didn't remember ever putting
anyone in my phone with that name.
I clicked on the message to bring it up. "Make sure you
don't miss the highlights tonight. Operation Red Rip - Success."
Bryce! That sneaky little bastard had put his number
in my phone, and I guess also stolen my number.
"Why do you look so happy?" asked Kristen.
I turned my phone so she could read the text.
"Ah, I should have known it was your new
boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend!"
"Suuure. You even have him in your phone as your
favorite athlete. And here I was thinking
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